Matthew Perryman Jones - O Theo Lyrics
Under the silence of water,Into a sky full of birdsOut from the land of our fathers,I am falling on your words,Oh...Dark as the night of a preacher,I made a bed out of hayThey paid me a handful of money,I gave it all away...All away...And the righteous raised their stonesAnd the devil threw his arrowThat was longing for a homeWith nowhere to go,Oh, Theo...In the half-life of the city,She took off all of her clothesI flew from the height of the mountainsInto a valley of dry bonesAll aloneThen my heart was still unknownI was drunk and full of sorrowsI was longing for a homeWith nowhere to go,Oh, Theo...So, I set fires of starlight,To burn up against the despairI was caught in the tangles of midnight'sLong, unanswered prayer:'Are you there?'And the light of morning growsOn a field of fallen sparrowsI was longing for a homeWith nowhere to go,Oh, Theo...Ahh, ahh, ahhAhh, ahh, ahh