| Lyrics: | There comes a son, a son of angels
Carrying an empty glass
Trying to fill it to the
surface
Well tell your thirst love has passed
You carry on, carry the world
You
must get worn with all the weight
I take it in but you won't no where
And no where's where
we're headed fast
Oh, oh, Rodeo
Slow turning to and fro
Oh, oh,
Rodeo
Where we land no one knows (no one knows..)
We're not blind to what it
is
In other words, the ignorant kind
Well life is short, but oh it's wide
It's wide
enough to blow my mind
Well I believe in ever-after
Just in case what's after
that
Don't I love you like the angels
And could you ever love me
back?
Chorus
Strangers now we are becoming
Stranger now we have
become
If any fiction every returns
Returned by the coolest one
Chorus |
