Funeral For A Friend The Great Wide Open LRC歌詞

Funeral For A Friend - The Great Wide Open


Spitting from the bridges
like a bird perched on a branch
i'm wilting like a tree
that will never let me breathe

Soul soldier with your gun held high
where does the crow fly
soul soldier with your gun held high
will you follow it home

For the road that we walk
has more miles left to talk
stories on and on we go
into the great wide open

No it never came back to break me
the way it broke it down
spitting from the bridges
while the trees give a soft sigh to the ground
Soul sailor with your flag held high
where does the crow fly
soul sailor with your flag held high
will you follow it home

For the road that we walk
has more miles left to talk
stories on and on we go
into the great wide open

For the road that we walk
has more miles left to talk
stories on and on we go
into the great wide open
into the great wide open
Woh The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head

Woh The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head

Soul soldier with your gun held high
where does the crow fly
soul soldier with your gun held high
will you follow it home

The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head
The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head

Climb out....over me

Climb out....ohh...over me
into the great wide open