The cloudy head, my legs are lead, the thinking's overdone This sleeper train's a day away, from where it once begun And he is a place called home He, is the great unknown
And I'm ready, to go
I let you win, translucent skin, you tip-toed in with stealth I just let go, of rules, I know, the ones I set myself And he did you hear him go? Fleeting, as west wales snow
But I'm ready, ready now I'm ready, to know
When something, in this place Reveals, a hollow space And if doubt crosses your face I'm too far away, to see
The pain is wet, too close you get; the colours only run And the lines will bleed on empty sheets, when all is said and done
I'm here, as the towns fly past Here, as the die is cast
I'm ready, ready now I'm ready, ready now I'm ready, ready now I'm ready, at last
Compositores: Richard John Llewellyn (PRS), Sarah Louise Howells (Sarah Howells) (PRS)Editor: Just Isnt Music Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #22442817 em 12/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM