The Ghost Of Paul Revere - Knuckle lyrics
[The Ghost Of Paul Revere - Knuckle lyrics]
He saw no returns
Except for in the ice
The radiator symphony playing
Through the night
The white washed winter winds
Cold to the bone
No matter how much he burned in
The engine of his soul
Oh and I understand now that
He was in the rhythm of the waves
Protagonist was living out his days
And the melancholic melody of
Another finished page
Pulled from his shorelines in
Such a lonesome wake
Knuckles red from writing
His living as a hiding
Every word fire bound
Tucked into the flue
No one would be reading
He's careful with the pieces
Like stacked up unread newspapers
Carried out at night
From the corner store
Oh and I understand now that
He was in the rhythm of the waves
Protagonist was living out his days
And the melancholic melody of
Another finished page
Pulled from his shorelines in
Such a lonesome way
Oh and I understand now that
He was in the rhythm of the waves
Protagonist was living out his days
And the melancholic melody of
Another finished page
Pulled from his shorelines in
Such a lonesome way
He saw no returns
Smiled in the night
With the last phrase punctuated he
Headed for the ice
Except for in the ice
The radiator symphony playing
Through the night
The white washed winter winds
Cold to the bone
No matter how much he burned in
The engine of his soul
Oh and I understand now that
He was in the rhythm of the waves
Protagonist was living out his days
And the melancholic melody of
Another finished page
Pulled from his shorelines in
Such a lonesome wake
Knuckles red from writing
His living as a hiding
Every word fire bound
Tucked into the flue
No one would be reading
He's careful with the pieces
Like stacked up unread newspapers
Carried out at night
From the corner store
Oh and I understand now that
He was in the rhythm of the waves
Protagonist was living out his days
And the melancholic melody of
Another finished page
Pulled from his shorelines in
Such a lonesome way
Oh and I understand now that
He was in the rhythm of the waves
Protagonist was living out his days
And the melancholic melody of
Another finished page
Pulled from his shorelines in
Such a lonesome way
He saw no returns
Smiled in the night
With the last phrase punctuated he
Headed for the ice