Alone / American Dreaming - Live at the ICA
Ever loved a woman
Who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man
Who made you feel small?
If you were a sailor
I'd raise the anchor
To sail the sea
In search of you and me
And God conjures currents
To break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Are swallowed up in his wake
If you were a huntress
I'd be your bow
For your silver arrows
To seek out his heart
Ever loved a woman
Who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man
Who made you feel small?
Who are you to complain
For lack of understanding?
We are all created equal
In just one thing alone
Alone in your thoughts
That consume you through your life
They'll take you outwards
To the dark edge of time
And there's nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for
And nothing to prove
I need my conscience to watch over me
To protect me from myself
So I can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When I walk into the Promised Land
We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've all lost the way
Fear lined somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
I'm in love with an American girl
Though she's my best friend
I love her surreptitious smile
That hides the pain within her
And I leave on the sounds of bees
And the night walk in the past
So lies somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
Yay, on the leas the rising wind blows
Fades on the leas the rising wind blows
How long, how long?
Fear along in the sounds of legion
A man for myself
Chaining loud on the back of a door
In the sands of sound 'til the moor
We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've lost the heart
Fear lined somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
Yay, on the leas the rising wind blows
Fade lines on the bee, those lea blow
How long, how long?
Who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man
Who made you feel small?
If you were a sailor
I'd raise the anchor
To sail the sea
In search of you and me
And God conjures currents
To break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Are swallowed up in his wake
If you were a huntress
I'd be your bow
For your silver arrows
To seek out his heart
Ever loved a woman
Who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man
Who made you feel small?
Who are you to complain
For lack of understanding?
We are all created equal
In just one thing alone
Alone in your thoughts
That consume you through your life
They'll take you outwards
To the dark edge of time
And there's nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for
And nothing to prove
I need my conscience to watch over me
To protect me from myself
So I can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When I walk into the Promised Land
We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've all lost the way
Fear lined somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
I'm in love with an American girl
Though she's my best friend
I love her surreptitious smile
That hides the pain within her
And I leave on the sounds of bees
And the night walk in the past
So lies somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
Yay, on the leas the rising wind blows
Fades on the leas the rising wind blows
How long, how long?
Fear along in the sounds of legion
A man for myself
Chaining loud on the back of a door
In the sands of sound 'til the moor
We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've lost the heart
Fear lined somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
Yay, on the leas the rising wind blows
Fade lines on the bee, those lea blow
How long, how long?
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Michael Perry
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