Giants

White noise on the foot of disaster
I've set sail on the world you were after
And I thought I could rein you with some wild desires
But now
Can't sort the herrings from the ground
'Til I tear your Giants down

When destination's hard to read, take visions in wine-dark seas
But if great floods sweep us apart, will you follow the stars or the fool of your heart?
Does it really make a difference
In the end?

Setting course as some watcher of the sky
Just to come back down and realize
That you spoke of ghosts and I heard lightning and thunder
And now
I'm lost in thoughts not so profound
'Til I tear your Giants-

I loosed my words from the coast
Of my scenic home that you'd come to know
And my men say "keep your mouth closed
There is still light if we hold our own"
But I keep on talking

Callous to the world
I will walk down each alley
With a bowing in my spine
And I thought I could take them with a fistful of quarters
But now
Can't tell what's real or just a sound
'Til I tear your Giants down



Credits
Writer(s): James Hockley, Nicholas Bracegirdle
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