Song | The Open Sea |
Artist | Musee Mecanique |
Album | From Shores of Sleep |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Passing on the water's edge | |
And wrinkling some time | |
You set your mind on moving along. | |
Pacing forth with pant-less breath | |
In the shade of the shadow-less palms— | |
Gold pastures of dawn— | |
O, the open sea ... | |
Though the tides are new and high | |
Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas | |
And some effortless tricks | |
That comfort you and hold you | |
While the fleas and flies still bite | |
Like the salty air on steel | |
O, what do you still feel? | |
Passing from the water's edge | |
And tending the lines | |
You set your mind on moving along. | |
For well beyond the breakers' crash | |
Harvests of the blue horizon's loom | |
Will offer a new and open sea | |
That weaves the stars and deep— | |
Reasons for our faith— | |
As the currents state and set to reveal | |
O, what you do still feel! | |
They'll comfort you and carry you | |
Where the aging canvas fills | |
And the salty air you'll feel… |
Passing on the water' s edge | |
And wrinkling some time | |
You set your mind on moving along. | |
Pacing forth with pantless breath | |
In the shade of the shadowless palms | |
Gold pastures of dawn | |
O, the open sea ... | |
Though the tides are new and high | |
Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas | |
And some effortless tricks | |
That comfort you and hold you | |
While the fleas and flies still bite | |
Like the salty air on steel | |
O, what do you still feel? | |
Passing from the water' s edge | |
And tending the lines | |
You set your mind on moving along. | |
For well beyond the breakers' crash | |
Harvests of the blue horizon' s loom | |
Will offer a new and open sea | |
That weaves the stars and deep | |
Reasons for our faith | |
As the currents state and set to reveal | |
O, what you do still feel! | |
They' ll comfort you and carry you | |
Where the aging canvas fills | |
And the salty air you' ll feel |
Passing on the water' s edge | |
And wrinkling some time | |
You set your mind on moving along. | |
Pacing forth with pantless breath | |
In the shade of the shadowless palms | |
Gold pastures of dawn | |
O, the open sea ... | |
Though the tides are new and high | |
Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas | |
And some effortless tricks | |
That comfort you and hold you | |
While the fleas and flies still bite | |
Like the salty air on steel | |
O, what do you still feel? | |
Passing from the water' s edge | |
And tending the lines | |
You set your mind on moving along. | |
For well beyond the breakers' crash | |
Harvests of the blue horizon' s loom | |
Will offer a new and open sea | |
That weaves the stars and deep | |
Reasons for our faith | |
As the currents state and set to reveal | |
O, what you do still feel! | |
They' ll comfort you and carry you | |
Where the aging canvas fills | |
And the salty air you' ll feel |