Closed Hand, Full Of Friends (Live)-Foy Vance

歌手 : Foy Vance
专辑 : Live in London
语种 : 英语
时长 : 06:18

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Closed Hand, Full Of Friends (Live) - Foy Vance
Written by:Foy Vance
The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking cool
And we'll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we'll be left here pondering on the things which you can't change
So let's start over with no means to an end
Just in love and out of hope and a closed hand full of friends
Yeah well living was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it in its light I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I'm feeling alright now yeah I'm feeling alright
Every morning when the coffee's on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes in its gold and it's bronze
And in the moonlight go get the camera just go
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls
Yeah well I was alright but I was dead in the water
Could see its light I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I wanted was a turn right down to the promising
Through this fleeting culture
And hide away from wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
Oh I'm feeling alright I am now yeah I'm feeling alright
I'm feeling alright
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings in the burrows in the locked boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings in the burrows in the locate boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings in the burrows in the locked boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand full of friends
Ah yeah