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Brief Encounter

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Rock

Brief Encounter was released on March 21, 2008 by Mascot Records as a part of the album North

Song Details

AlbumNorth

Release DateMarch 21, 2008

LabelMascot Label Group / Mascot Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM119

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Everon

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Oliver Philipps

Oliver Philipps

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Oliver Philipps

Oliver Philipps

Producer

Christian Moos

Producer

Lyrics

In his empty room he read that book, page by page

In search of truth, of comfort or some hope

"If you knock, my jaw will open"

But those who tried were all locked tight

Like flickering lights, bits of memories crossed his mind

Countless shattered pieces that refused to fall in place

He read out "Search for all the lost ones"

But how much more lost could he be?

He shook his fist at Heaven

Stood up for all the broken souls

I will not forget the words he spoke to me that day

And he said

"Man, if you believe, would you ask one question

In my name, 'cause to me God never speaks

Does he still rest on Sundays and look at his creation

And think it was good?"

He could barely breathe

Hardly grab just one clear thought

The walls were closing in on him, his time was running out

He read

"If you ask, you will be given"

And he thought of everything he had lost

He shook his fist at Heaven

Stood up for all the broken souls

I will not forget the words he spoke to me that day

And he said

"Man, if you believe, would you ask one question

In my name, 'cause to me God never speaks

Does he still rest on Sundays and look at his creation

And think it was good?

Does he think it was good?"

He shook his fist at Heaven

Stood up for all the broken souls

I will not forget the words he spoke to me that day

And he said

"Man, if you believe, would you ask one question

In my name, 'cause to me God never speaks

Does he still rest on Sundays and look at his creation

And think it was good?

Does he think it was good?"

It was a brief encounter, but after all these years

It's still on my mind

Nobody mourned for him, there were no flowers on his grave

I hope at last you've got your answer

And if so, would you let me know?

Written by: Oliver Philipps

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