Behind the Stone Door - The Nomad

Kindling

They dip their heads under the water
Where you can't quite hear or see
They push my head under the water
Because they love me

They dig their shovels in the sand
Trying to learn just where they stand
But all they find is where they'll end up
When they die

I feel the breeze caress my face
As if it'd take me from this place
A fading promise of a risk
I'd like to take

I can feel the flame within
Without control they will conspire
A slave to passion's fatal whim
I feel the fire

A fickle fondness waning thin
I feel the fire

I feel the fire



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Dacey
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Other Album Tracks

  1. The in Between
  2. Here Comes the Brine
  3. Without a Plan
  4. A Dream of What Could Be
  5. The Nomad
  6. Down on All Fours
  7. Kindling
  8. All Hour Dreams
  9. Her
  10. Close Your Eyes

All Album Tracks: The Nomad >

Altri album

  1. PLAYS: The Rite of Spring by Igor Stravinsky
  2. PLAYS: The Planets by Gustav Holst
  3. The Nomad

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