Falling Up Lyrics
3. Streams Of Woe At Acheron
Turn away I'll pull the fangs out Spinning room it's getting dark This is the green lift, this is the archer You never say that This is the green lift, this is the archer This starry night, the blue of seas Are lifted off the ground So poised and still, the figures hold That I will not be found Turn away the Islet spiders Gloaming pulse, the Siletzs stole This is the green lift, this is the archer This starry night, the blue of seas Are lifted off the ground So poised and still, the figures hold That I will not be found This is the green lift, this is the archer This starry night, the blue of seas Are lifted off the ground So poised and still, the figures hold That I will not be found And on towards the fortress...
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