Chris Sohre, Michael Manring - Or, (it could go) This Way lyrics
[Chris Sohre, Michael Manring - Or, it could go This Way lyrics]
Nervous ripples dance low across the night
Down murky misty rivers
When exploding energy quivers
Through your brain at the speed of light
Walk in the shine of a mellow moon
Where empty angels sail
To the dead who wait beyond the veil
And you never see them in the light of noon
In fuzzy solitude I wait
For a point of clarity better name it fast
It doesn't last but slides on past
Like fog through a rusty gate
Dream on through a life of dreams
Dream those fantastic schemes
But mind the moody atmosphere
Where dreams and gods disappear
A shimmering siren song in from outer space
Vibrates high across the mind
Over circuit's not in time
And carries me back to the ancient birthplace
With the gravel of words I build a world
A world that washes away
Like sandstone in the waves
Carried off to a distant
Shore for other worlds for flesh, for bone
Old man dies by the sea
Where beginnings repeat in waves endlessly
Where life grows and death goes
In the ebb and flow of eternity
With eyes fixed on the ship of fate
He sighed and slipped away like fog
Through a rusty gate
Dream on through a life of dreams
Dream a thousand likely schemes
But mind the moody atmosphere
Where dreams and gods disappear
Down murky misty rivers
When exploding energy quivers
Through your brain at the speed of light
Walk in the shine of a mellow moon
Where empty angels sail
To the dead who wait beyond the veil
And you never see them in the light of noon
In fuzzy solitude I wait
For a point of clarity better name it fast
It doesn't last but slides on past
Like fog through a rusty gate
Dream on through a life of dreams
Dream those fantastic schemes
But mind the moody atmosphere
Where dreams and gods disappear
A shimmering siren song in from outer space
Vibrates high across the mind
Over circuit's not in time
And carries me back to the ancient birthplace
With the gravel of words I build a world
A world that washes away
Like sandstone in the waves
Carried off to a distant
Shore for other worlds for flesh, for bone
Old man dies by the sea
Where beginnings repeat in waves endlessly
Where life grows and death goes
In the ebb and flow of eternity
With eyes fixed on the ship of fate
He sighed and slipped away like fog
Through a rusty gate
Dream on through a life of dreams
Dream a thousand likely schemes
But mind the moody atmosphere
Where dreams and gods disappear