The Porter - A Lament - текст песни
The Porter - A Lament
I could bend the genius' course
Could give wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they would be grateful
One wish, a breeze to blow over
the shelves and piles of souvenirs
If only they would come to see
Knowing ages pass before a tree
Will spoil us with complexity
They'd be worth a hall of memories
But it's fools I deal with day and night
Fools that only come for short insight
Though all of past hence waits
In sanctity's sweet embrace.
Hear my song (Texts of songs ) of reverence
To the precious gifts that countenance
To clamber high and dig so deep
And seek what everyone should seek.
It's him again - the sullen -
With eyes in envy's mist and woe
Out for refuge in a glimpse of bliss
A short delusion
A frenzy grasp at nothingness
A frenzy grasp at nothingness:
Echoes pound so loud in me
Voices longing for tranquility
A course is set for stormy seas
Leading through the hall of memories
But it's fools I deal with day and night
Fools that only come for short insight
Though all of past hence waits
In sanctity's sweet embrace.
I could bend the genius' course
Could give wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they would be grateful.
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