Member Since: 15/11/2006
Band Members: Don't you have a word to show what may be done?
Have you never heard a way to find the sun?
Tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show.
Won't you come and say if you know the way to blue?Have you seen the land living by the breeze?
Can you understand a light among the trees?
Tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show.
Tell us all today if you know the way to blue.Look through time and find your rhyme, tell us what you find.
We will wait at your gate hoping like the blind.Can you now recall all that you have known?
Will you never fall when the light has flown?
Tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show.
Won't you come and say if you know the way to blue?
Influences: Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound. It can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground.
So men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while,
a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.Life is but a memory, happened long ago, theatre full of sadness for a long forgotten show.
Seems so easy just to let it go on by till you stop and wonder why you never wondered why.Safe in the womb of an everlasting night, you find the darkness can give the brightest light.
Safe in your place deep in the earth, that's when they'll know what you were really worth.Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while,
a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound. It can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground.
So men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day.Fruit tree, fruit tree, no one knows you but the rain and the air.
Don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone.
Fruit tree, fruit tree, open your eyes to another year.
They'll all know that you were here when you're gone.
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Sounds Like: Persse McGarrigle: Look up look up you won't be blind: the love you had was in my mind.. Angelica.Look up look up, you'll understand there's prison here in everyone, Angelica Pabst.There's prison here in everyone, the people here will always find a reason to be blind.And it's a small small world, Angelica Pabst.Hurray hurray I'm on my way;
Sometime, sometime I'll make you mine, Angelica...Surprise surprise you're at my door, you beg for more and yet you know that
I don't want to wait until the ghost of you surrounds me again.
Record Label: Unsigned