The sea so deep and blind
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The club, the wheel, the mind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can't forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
O love, aren't you tired yet?
A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet? And time itself unwind
love, aren't you tired yet?
edit on 21-3-2018 by anotherside because: (no reason given)
Blood, love, references to Zion/Abrahamic religions...love it too. Leonard and I shared a muse once, so when he went grumbling to the next life, he
stopped by and left me with this, around Nov. 9, 2016: