[Music: Roope, Lyrics: Janne] Like a cold north wind, I'll force you to drop your leaves Whip your bark, rip off the ground Like the burning sun, I'
glad to have spent it doing right.? But Rocks prefer to simply sit. To gain none, lost none, just exist. But nary should an ocean rise, they'd become sand
Blood boils under azure skies A man astray, obsessed in his search Exploring vast lands Deserts of sand and stone Now heading for the open sea Where
[BETHZAIDA] [Originally by Anata] Blood boils under azure skies A man astray, obsessed in his search Exploring vast lands Deserts of sand and stone
He said, "I have wandered far to yonder ocean I have drunk from every fountain in this world I have turned each mossy stone And have found myself alone
ancient songs of sadness But every step I thought of you Every footstep only you And every star a grain of sand The leavings of a dried up ocean Tell
the ancient songs of sadness But every step I thought of you Every footstep only you Every star a grain of sand The leavings of a dried up ocean
re guilty still you're right You're like a tear in the ocean Dust in the wind Like a stone in the water Like a spark in the fire Dust in the sand Like a stone
of place space man spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman hoping that she'll let me run my toes thru her pink sand [Chorus: x2
wrote in the driveway pulling away putting on your coat in the ocean washing off my name from your throat in the morning, in the morning in the ocean
In my early years I hid my tears And passed my days alone Adrift on an ocean of loneliness My dreams like nets were thrown To catch the love that I'd
check it Bomshot, yeah, Jus Allah, Shabazz the discple [Verse 1: Bomshot] We Recline on thrones Rap the self-growns[?]resiting poems carved in stone
reunite the realm a witch of his own blood from heaven expelled deep in the woods there are prints in the sand leading towards where the angels repent king of the ocean
cause a turn and redirected my preferred course of acting before curse of actions the rehabiliation of the baddest on the planet will center mark a mile stone
a?round me Protected in wide oceans Protected in wide oceans like earth be in motion throughout never ending dreams Wondering stones take a walk in low sounds in the river to the ocean
excuse to block all the cliches and reason for kicks He strokes her hair both sitting on sand and her shoulders bare nothing to demand of them laying back on a lonely stone
