The Assassin's Apprentice - Stephen Fearing: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Stephen Fearing

The Assassin's Apprentice

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The Assassin's Apprentice è stato pubblicato il 4 gennaio 1995 da True North Records come parte dell'album The Assassin's Apprentice

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumThe Assassin's Apprentice

Data di uscita4 gennaio 1995

EtichettaTrue North Records

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM171

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Stephen Fearing

Stephen Fearing

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Stephen Fearing

Stephen Fearing

Lyrics, Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Greg Reely

Engineer

Steve Berlin

Producer

Testi

Denial is a sickness, people get it like religion

A beacon in our bodies that we fly toward like pigeons

A curtain that we draw to keep us hidden

From the people we were yesterday

In this frame, in this figure, this space within my head

There's a man that lies in anger like a body in a bed

But I've been steering clear of myself

The ragged times and the emptiness I cannot fill

I got distance on my breath, a restless spirit in a bottle

I got scars under my boots where my soul steps on the throttle

And I'm sick from constant motion

With a lifetime of tomorrows in front of me

Most everybody knows this halo, this little ring of hell

All the questions that we won't ask ourselves

And the answers we won't tell

But in the margins of our lives, the long bookends of each day

Dreams fly like ravens as we see what we can't say

Denial is a sickness, people get it like religion

A beacon in our bodies that we fly toward like pigeons

A curtain that we draw to keep us hidden

From the people we were yesterday

I got distance on my breath, a restless spirit in a bottle

I got scars under my boots where my soul steps on the throttle

And I'm sick from constant motion

With a lifetime of tomorrows in front of me

Most everybody knows this halo, this little ring of hell

All the questions that we won't ask ourselves

And the answers we won't tell

But in the margins of our lives, the long bookends of each day

Dreams fly like ravens as we see what we can't say

And I've been living in a country where everybody's split in two

A state of limbo that divides us, what we feel from what we do

Where silence is a virtue

And motion is a child that's seen but never heard

Never heard

I wear my temper like a sheath, a spiral shell upon a snail

And the winds that twist within me fill my body like a sail

I'm colder than a pistol

And I'm triggered by the fugitives inside of me

Most everybody knows this halo, this little ring of hell

All the questions that we won't ask ourselves

And the answers we won't tell

But in the margins of our lives, the long bookends of each day

Dreams fly like ravens as we see what we can't say

We see what we can't say

We see what we can't say

Written by: Stephen Fearing

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