Dreamboat
I can hear the voice surround me
I do fear the heavens glow
I grow near to angels singing
I am dear to devil's home
This cheer of my upbringing
A mere machine outgrown
I steer my ears to ringing
A sphere that's not my home
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
Your hair is old and graying
Your fair skin turns to bone
You wear what's only breaking
Your stare leaves you alone
You've counted all your blessings
You've rounded your knife
You floundered in obsessing
You've founded all your strife
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
My dreamboat, my life float
My dreamboat
My dreamboat, my life float
My dreamboat
Your hair is old and graying
Your fair skin turns to bone
You wear what's only breaking
Your stare leaves you alone
You've counted all your blessings
You've rounded your knife
You floundered in obsessing
You've founded all your strife
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
I do fear the heavens glow
I grow near to angels singing
I am dear to devil's home
This cheer of my upbringing
A mere machine outgrown
I steer my ears to ringing
A sphere that's not my home
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
Your hair is old and graying
Your fair skin turns to bone
You wear what's only breaking
Your stare leaves you alone
You've counted all your blessings
You've rounded your knife
You floundered in obsessing
You've founded all your strife
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
My dreamboat, my life float
My dreamboat
My dreamboat, my life float
My dreamboat
Your hair is old and graying
Your fair skin turns to bone
You wear what's only breaking
Your stare leaves you alone
You've counted all your blessings
You've rounded your knife
You floundered in obsessing
You've founded all your strife
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
Free fall this is not my story
I walled up this fire enclosed
All talk is your coming glory
I walk all too slow
Credits
Writer(s): James Swetland
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