Well, there's somethin' missin'
But they won't drag the river
God sends his children
Out into the street
You can dig all you want
But there's no buried hatchets
Just bones on the tables
Burn holes in the seats
And I feel weary in the weight of these days
I've been down with dogs
I've been low with toads
And I've have walked down the road
The old hermit won't go
I've felt the holy
In infinite spaces
And I read their names
While they all hid their faces
But I feel weary in the weight of these days
Well, I feel weary in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stitch by stitch we work to tear the seam
One hand in the sky
One on the third rail
Your mind can't be free
If your soul is in jail
So long live the chains
Set my iron free
Yeah, long live your king
When he's dead like me
Because I feel weary in the weight of these days
Well, I feel weary in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stitch by stitch we work to tear the seam
Behind the door
Eyes of stone
Listen to the voices
That won't leave you alone
Climb up the vine
That goes straight to your mind
Get lost in the jungle
Of your own space and time
Because I feel lucky in the weight of these days
Well, I feel lucky in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stitch by stitch we work to tear the seam

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