A tree chopped down in a losing battle
Fearing flame but not the axe breaking bone
As it had a wooden handle
It confused the axe for one of it's own
And so I stand among the trees
The roots; my legs and knees
Conceive my head on the chopping block
Awaiting to kiss the cold rock
My back riddled with arrows
Onwards to the gallows
March with me to destiny
As I revel in my penalty
Crushing everything beneath your weight
When dawn is never early but always late
Who are you and why do I keep coming back?
To where the wind blows the water white and black
Crushing everything beneath your weight
When dawn is never early but always late
Distant when the sun goes down
Till human voices wake me and I drown
Who are you and why do I keep coming back?
To where the wind blows the water white and black
Faced with a grey monolith
Reducing colour to myth
Irate pain to be broken
Chained to the depths of the ocean
I ponder and ask the graves
To be taken by the waves
Or to return to what I cherish
Deathless question; to overcome or perish
Blanket Hill - Granite City Blues Lyrics
Blanket Hill - Granite City Blues Lyrics
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English
A tree chopped down in a losing battle
Fearing flame but not the axe breaking bone
As it had a wooden handle
It confused the axe for one of it's own
And so I stand among the trees
The roots; my legs and knees
Conceive my head on the chopping block
Awaiting to kiss the cold rock
My back riddled with arrows
Onwards to the gallows
March with me to destiny
As I revel in my penalty
Crushing everything beneath your weight
When dawn is never early but always late
Who are you and why do I keep coming back?
To where the wind blows the water white and black
Crushing everything beneath your weight
When dawn is never early but always late
Distant when the sun goes down
Till human voices wake me and I drown
Who are you and why do I keep coming back?
To where the wind blows the water white and black
Faced with a grey monolith
Reducing colour to myth
Irate pain to be broken
Chained to the depths of the ocean
I ponder and ask the graves
To be taken by the waves
Or to return to what I cherish
Deathless question; to overcome or perish
Fearing flame but not the axe breaking bone
As it had a wooden handle
It confused the axe for one of it's own
And so I stand among the trees
The roots; my legs and knees
Conceive my head on the chopping block
Awaiting to kiss the cold rock
My back riddled with arrows
Onwards to the gallows
March with me to destiny
As I revel in my penalty
Crushing everything beneath your weight
When dawn is never early but always late
Who are you and why do I keep coming back?
To where the wind blows the water white and black
Crushing everything beneath your weight
When dawn is never early but always late
Distant when the sun goes down
Till human voices wake me and I drown
Who are you and why do I keep coming back?
To where the wind blows the water white and black
Faced with a grey monolith
Reducing colour to myth
Irate pain to be broken
Chained to the depths of the ocean
I ponder and ask the graves
To be taken by the waves
Or to return to what I cherish
Deathless question; to overcome or perish
Writer: David Masion
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid