Woorden: Mary Black. Bright Blue Rose.
I skimmed across black water
Without once submerging onto the banks of an urban morning
That hunger's the first light
Much much more than mountains ever do
And she like a ghost beside me, goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unashamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the Alchemist's stone
For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You'll find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You'll find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
Without once submerging onto the banks of an urban morning
That hunger's the first light
Much much more than mountains ever do
And she like a ghost beside me, goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unashamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the Alchemist's stone
For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You'll find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You'll find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
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