Might Break
(Away gone)
Something has to give my lord
Don't know how much I can take
Be-fore I gain some recompense
Real I feel that I might break
That I might break
Split into two
My threatened fate (Yeah)
Becomes miserable
Far away
The winds which roar
Across the moor
To-wards
The Fountainhead
Of poetry
I know its deep
Beneath the bed
Of sediment
Where jagged rocks
Break the shock
On its edifice
Now looming
Casting shade
Beyond the glade
Where the owls music
Forbodes
O'er my languid frame
As melancholy reigns
With its mantle
I could see the trains
Of somber thought
Start to shift and wane
As Folly drops
A delusive (Gift)
(Which) distracts
Momentarily
A vision ever lavish
To cloud the eye
But now I go
Where the hedgerows
Do align
The shaggy verge
Where a brown bank
With weeds rank
Do emerge
Part of the sullen globe
That I survey
As all turns grey
Mid the dim grove
Though is soft made
A bower of
Blissful ease
That towers with love
Something has to give my lord
Don't know how much I can take
Be-fore I gain some recompense
Real I feel that I might break
That I might break
Split into two
My threatened fate (Yeah)
Becomes miserable
Far away
The winds which roar
Across the moor
Gone
Something has to give my lord
Don't know how much I can take
Be-fore I gain some recompense
Real I feel that I might break
That I might break
Split into two
My threatened fate (Yeah)
Becomes miserable
Far away
The winds which roar
Across the moor
To-wards
The Fountainhead
Of poetry
I know its deep
Beneath the bed
Of sediment
Where jagged rocks
Break the shock
On its edifice
Now looming
Casting shade
Beyond the glade
Where the owls music
Forbodes
O'er my languid frame
As melancholy reigns
With its mantle
I could see the trains
Of somber thought
Start to shift and wane
As Folly drops
A delusive (Gift)
(Which) distracts
Momentarily
A vision ever lavish
To cloud the eye
But now I go
Where the hedgerows
Do align
The shaggy verge
Where a brown bank
With weeds rank
Do emerge
Part of the sullen globe
That I survey
As all turns grey
Mid the dim grove
Though is soft made
A bower of
Blissful ease
That towers with love
Something has to give my lord
Don't know how much I can take
Be-fore I gain some recompense
Real I feel that I might break
That I might break
Split into two
My threatened fate (Yeah)
Becomes miserable
Far away
The winds which roar
Across the moor
Gone
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Ruiz
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