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Caligula's Horse

Will's Song (Let The Colours Run)

 

Will's Song (Let The Colours Run)

(album: In Contact - 2017)


Find me
I could chase the very sun
There could be something left, a little piece of me
Find me
Out there, cast against the waves
Your seven days of peace and nothing left of me
Find me

Face down in the water that's meant for me
One more, isn't this everything that you asked for?
There's no life when you're living it up to your nose
Sing that song, it's lights out
Give them something to live for

You best run home, boy
Before you wear the way
You can run your mouth at every lie that marks the way
You best run, fowl boy
With these old bones
I can fill your lungs with the last of my breath
So boy, you best run home

I am the flame that lit the way
You feed and grow by my will
[?] time breeds only decay
Oh please, I am that young man still

Let the colours run
It's lights out, give them something to live for

Breathe while the waves rise
Fill my lungs, the sacred waters
Down, ever down, dive
Feel the weight to drag me over

Follow (Could have been), still need it (Someone)
To lead me (To the wind), to save me (Song)
Feel it (Feel the beast), it's fading (Never)
To nothing (To complete), to ashes
Feel it (Giving in), it could be (Over)
Another (To the wind) triumph (Song)
Bring me (Like a child) the poison (Take me)
To lead me (To the wind), to save me

You best run home, boy
Before you wear the way
You can run your mouth at every lie that marks the way
You best run, fowl boy
With these old bones
I can fill your lungs with the last of my breath
So boy, you best run home

I am the flame that lit the way
You feed and grow by my will
[?] time breeds only decay
Oh please, I am that young man still

Let the colours run
It's lights out
Give them something to live for

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