Always a riddle in the world, she said Always a riddle inside my head Always a thing of wonder the way we come to be
Oh it's a big old place for me It's a big old world indeed Everyone is killing me and everything conspires
Oh in dreams I have watched it spin Seen the violent crack of our tongues where all light comes in Oh in dreams I have lain in sin Just to be the cracked and the cared for
How can I ask, ask for more
Always a riddle in the world, she said Always a riddle inside my head Always a thing of wonder the way we come to be
Oh it's a big old place for me It's a big old world indeed Kicking my heels and wondering how I've been here so long
Oh in dreams I have watched it spin Seen the violent crack of our tongues where all light comes in Oh in dreams I saw Aesop's kin Just a carcass of a man now alone inside his skin
Where to, where to begin
I live alone, oh I live a lonely life without you here And I may be troubled But I'm gracious in defeat Oh I may be troubled But I'm gracious in defeat
Compositor: Benjamin John Howard (Ben Howard) (PRS)Editor: Ben Howard Music LimitedAdministração: Dk Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2014ECAD verificado obra #11478387 e fonograma #12269419 em 02/Mai/2024