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To the end of the night
In hopes to find that warming glow
I kept heading for the lights
And anything they would show
Gun and bullet, pen and ink
I guess I wanted to know
Just how much of a stink
On can kick up at one throw
And I saw them...
All the roads we dream and never go
All the wounds we bear and never show
Grief has come to me now
And I smile all the while
Now that I ran out on you
I ran out on words
And of time
Do not scorn me with a love so bitter
Do not weep when I fall
Did you fine men ever consider
That a dream was the cause of it all?
Gun and bullet, pen and ink
I guess I wanted to know
Just how much of a stink
On can kick up at one throw
And I saw them...
All the roads we dream and never go
All the wounds we bear and never show
Grief has come to me now
And I smile all the while
Now that I ran out on you
I ran out on words
And of time
All the roads we dream and never go
All the wounds we bear and never show
Grief has come to me now
And I smile all the while
Now that I ran out on you
I ran out on words
And of time
- Album:
- A Passage to Rhodesia
- ROME’S CUTTS
- Hate Us and See If We Mind
- Dedication (EP)
- Empire Mixtape Vol.1
- Hell Money
- Rome
- Miscellaneous
- The Hyperion Machine
- Coriolan
- Anthology 2005-2015 (Remastered)
- The Best of Rome
- Masse Mensch Material
- Fester
- Nos chants perdus
- Flowers from Exile
- To Die Among Strangers
- Our Holy Rue/The Merchant Fleet
- Die Æsthetik der Herrschaftsfreiheit
- Die Æsthetik der Herrschaftsfreiheit: Aufbruch / A Cross...