The Dying Galatian

The singing of years
Dries with my tears
The life from the gone of the day
Evaporates the blood and decay
Of the bad battle's worn
Hearts of steel and roughs
The dead then are carried away
And the lint tastes the day

Going farther
Be
Good on farther
Be

The farther the love
It's turning to a river of mud
My eyes always see the world
It decorates my body like blue
The scream of the man
Confirms the dead of still life of faint
I sit and I marry a raft
I have blood and the flood in my veins

Going farther
Be
Good on farther
Be

Going farther
Be
Good on farther
Be

Going farther
Be
Good on farther
Be



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Gibb
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