Song | Jedi |
Artist | Wolf Larsen |
Album | Quiet at the Kitchen Door |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The hero she is sleeping | |
A Jedi princess keeping | |
A sword inside a song | |
She is the grimmest reaper reaping | |
There are dragons in your letters | |
There is hope of something better | |
But you wait and watch and see | |
And never show your heart to me | |
And the mother she is singing | |
And the worried hands are wringing | |
But it all goes to the sky | |
It’s like a thousand rubies, spinning | |
But heroes are in theory | |
And my wooden heart is weary | |
Send me up into the sky | |
Like Diana in her fury | |
There is coffee on the table | |
There is paper, when you’re able | |
Write the truth, the word, the name | |
To stitch forever to this fable | |
So I’m leaving for St. Thomas | |
Leaving you for old St. Thomas | |
For the dawn will always break your arms | |
That circle of your promise | |
But I know you will find me | |
Maybe deaf, dumb, or blind | |
But you will lift me like a Jedi | |
Like a diamond for the sky to wear at dawn. |
The hero she is sleeping | |
A Jedi princess keeping | |
A sword inside a song | |
She is the grimmest reaper reaping | |
There are dragons in your letters | |
There is hope of something better | |
But you wait and watch and see | |
And never show your heart to me | |
And the mother she is singing | |
And the worried hands are wringing | |
But it all goes to the sky | |
It' s like a thousand rubies, spinning | |
But heroes are in theory | |
And my wooden heart is weary | |
Send me up into the sky | |
Like Diana in her fury | |
There is coffee on the table | |
There is paper, when you' re able | |
Write the truth, the word, the name | |
To stitch forever to this fable | |
So I' m leaving for St. Thomas | |
Leaving you for old St. Thomas | |
For the dawn will always break your arms | |
That circle of your promise | |
But I know you will find me | |
Maybe deaf, dumb, or blind | |
But you will lift me like a Jedi | |
Like a diamond for the sky to wear at dawn. |
The hero she is sleeping | |
A Jedi princess keeping | |
A sword inside a song | |
She is the grimmest reaper reaping | |
There are dragons in your letters | |
There is hope of something better | |
But you wait and watch and see | |
And never show your heart to me | |
And the mother she is singing | |
And the worried hands are wringing | |
But it all goes to the sky | |
It' s like a thousand rubies, spinning | |
But heroes are in theory | |
And my wooden heart is weary | |
Send me up into the sky | |
Like Diana in her fury | |
There is coffee on the table | |
There is paper, when you' re able | |
Write the truth, the word, the name | |
To stitch forever to this fable | |
So I' m leaving for St. Thomas | |
Leaving you for old St. Thomas | |
For the dawn will always break your arms | |
That circle of your promise | |
But I know you will find me | |
Maybe deaf, dumb, or blind | |
But you will lift me like a Jedi | |
Like a diamond for the sky to wear at dawn. |