Sikth Way Beyond the Fond old River Lyrics:
you will never really know until
youve learnt to lead
never understand until
youve sown the
seed
you can gather information with the
will to read
but youll never really know until
youve sown the seed

we live and learn to fly away
travel through the clouds to fly
away
thought to save as
blessins somedays
learnt
when tables turn and bridges soon
then burn
while the moral mans making trees
from the gathered leaves
we gather round the
fire and smoke to
sea
for you will never know where some
ideas can lead
you will never know
until youve sown
the seed
the sea

way beyond the fond old river
(way beyond the fond old river)
Paint is bled to form the shiver
shiver
(shiver shiver shiver)
while the metal gathers moss
(while the metal gathers moss)
and you standing on the gloss.well

we seem to only
really know of these
ways to feed
microwave our meals the oranges
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we peel
you can know the
station by the sign
you read
but youll never really know until
youve learnt to lead

we live and learn to fly away
travel through the clouds to find
your way

thought to save as
blessins somedays
learnt
when thunder turns can blossom soon
be earned?
while the feral mans making trees
from the gathered leaves
we gathered round the
fire and smoked
the sea
for you will never know where some
ideas can lead
you will never know
until youve sown
the seed

way beyond the fond old river
(way beyond the fond old river)
Paint is bled to form the shiver
shiver
(shiver shiver shiver)
while the metal gathers moss
(while the metal gathers moss)
and you standing on the gloss.well

we had. we had admired to fly away
we had. we had admired to fly away
again
we had we had admired the flight to
far away again
now those lakes are stains. drained
and gone
the leaves they float and somedays
they do turn

within that hole under sea
way past the shell
now you can see
beyond those trees
and tears could be ridden
ignore the din of
pained paper clones
though
Lyrics: Way Beyond the Fond old River, Sikth [end]