Wilful Dream - Cold Rocks Lyrics
Here you are, you sad happy-bred,Into the wagon of a subway.Maybe firstly sense then blood,Everything slowly fades away.You load your cannonsAnd shoot yourself away,You'll travel up in the skyBut you won't see anything, anyway.And if I think this is not fairDo you think I should cut my hair?And when this gets too coldDon't you think I'm getting old?Every touch here is a different sword:We got everyday to change our wordsTo make sure our jailers would understand,You have to serve if then you want to offend.You want me to talk through this iron bell,You live your life in a sterilized cell,I want you to know I won't do:I'll take every wound of being fool.And if I don't want to go blindMaybe it's time to leave you behind,And if I think this is getting cold,I don't think I'm getting old.Islands are safe but can I stay?Build my house and then just lay?And if I want to set me freeDo I have to dive into the sea?
