Gigi D’Agostino - The Riddle lyrics
[Gigi D’Agostino - The Riddle lyrics]
I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So, to America, the brave wise men save
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh, for anything, but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got time to kill sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
Time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So, to America, the brave wise men save
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh, for anything, but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in
The veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got time to kill sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child