The Inmost Night
๐ต 1038 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:16 duration
๐ ID: 5053367
๐ Lyrics
And I drown a little more every day
The wind blows so slowly, now the trees are dry dead
Walls to me, they cannot hold back the storm any longer
It will break around us first
If there's a god, If there's a god
When I stand there at the piled blood-camp
Again, I flick open the inner eye
If you too open your eyes, you shall see
The entire sky filled with weeping angels
The entire heaven filled with weeping angels
And that the central sun and sum of all
God too weeping, we shall be judged
So anyway, so your garden is most full green
And the many birds alight on its budding branches
And anyway, the lambs gambol
And the children sing, yours perhaps, or mine
God and anyway, we fall beneath the waves
And hope to be remembered any way
Anyway, the blue-birds wait over the white cliffs of Dover
So anyway, they too fall
The grass dies, the moss goes, the chalk chips away
Then below that, the rocks grain away
This is the sound of the Earth dying, so nothing new
So anyway, you may wait under a tree
Or at the foot of that hill
Anyway
The wind blows so slowly, now the trees are dry dead
Walls to me, they cannot hold back the storm any longer
It will break around us first
If there's a god, If there's a god
When I stand there at the piled blood-camp
Again, I flick open the inner eye
If you too open your eyes, you shall see
The entire sky filled with weeping angels
The entire heaven filled with weeping angels
And that the central sun and sum of all
God too weeping, we shall be judged
So anyway, so your garden is most full green
And the many birds alight on its budding branches
And anyway, the lambs gambol
And the children sing, yours perhaps, or mine
God and anyway, we fall beneath the waves
And hope to be remembered any way
Anyway, the blue-birds wait over the white cliffs of Dover
So anyway, they too fall
The grass dies, the moss goes, the chalk chips away
Then below that, the rocks grain away
This is the sound of the Earth dying, so nothing new
So anyway, you may wait under a tree
Or at the foot of that hill
Anyway
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.03] And I drown a little more every day
[00:06.21] The wind blows so slowly, now the trees are dry dead
[00:12.47] Walls to me, they cannot hold back the storm any longer
[00:19.39] It will break around us first
[00:23.69] If there's a god, If there's a god
[00:27.69] When I stand there at the piled blood-camp
[00:32.62] Again, I flick open the inner eye
[00:37.03] If you too open your eyes, you shall see
[00:43.48] The entire sky filled with weeping angels
[00:47.85] The entire heaven filled with weeping angels
[00:52.74] And that the central sun and sum of all
[00:56.40] God too weeping, we shall be judged
[01:00.79] So anyway, so your garden is most full green
[01:05.53] And the many birds alight on its budding branches
[01:10.38] And anyway, the lambs gambol
[01:13.65] And the children sing, yours perhaps, or mine
[01:18.42] God and anyway, we fall beneath the waves
[01:22.71] And hope to be remembered any way
[01:26.92] Anyway, the blue-birds wait over the white cliffs of Dover
[01:33.79] So anyway, they too fall
[01:37.07] The grass dies, the moss goes, the chalk chips away
[01:41.45] Then below that, the rocks grain away
[01:44.34] This is the sound of the Earth dying, so nothing new
[01:48.81] So anyway, you may wait under a tree
[01:53.65] Or at the foot of that hill
[01:56.50] Anyway
[01:57.52]
[00:06.21] The wind blows so slowly, now the trees are dry dead
[00:12.47] Walls to me, they cannot hold back the storm any longer
[00:19.39] It will break around us first
[00:23.69] If there's a god, If there's a god
[00:27.69] When I stand there at the piled blood-camp
[00:32.62] Again, I flick open the inner eye
[00:37.03] If you too open your eyes, you shall see
[00:43.48] The entire sky filled with weeping angels
[00:47.85] The entire heaven filled with weeping angels
[00:52.74] And that the central sun and sum of all
[00:56.40] God too weeping, we shall be judged
[01:00.79] So anyway, so your garden is most full green
[01:05.53] And the many birds alight on its budding branches
[01:10.38] And anyway, the lambs gambol
[01:13.65] And the children sing, yours perhaps, or mine
[01:18.42] God and anyway, we fall beneath the waves
[01:22.71] And hope to be remembered any way
[01:26.92] Anyway, the blue-birds wait over the white cliffs of Dover
[01:33.79] So anyway, they too fall
[01:37.07] The grass dies, the moss goes, the chalk chips away
[01:41.45] Then below that, the rocks grain away
[01:44.34] This is the sound of the Earth dying, so nothing new
[01:48.81] So anyway, you may wait under a tree
[01:53.65] Or at the foot of that hill
[01:56.50] Anyway
[01:57.52]