The Great Wide Open - Funeral For A Friend

作词：Funeral For A Friend

作曲：Funeral For A Friend

Spitting from the bridges

Like a bird perched on a branch

I'm wilting like a tree

That will never let me breath

Soul soldier with your gun held high

Where does the crow fly

Soul soldier with your gun held high

Will you follow it home

For the road that we walk

Has more miles left to talk

Stories on and on we go

Into the great wide open

No it never came back to break me

The way it broke it down

Spiting from the bridges

While the tree gives a soft sigh to the ground

Soul sailor with your flag held high

Where does the crow fly

Soul sailor with your flag held high

Will you follow it home

For the road that we walk

Has more miles left to talk

Stories on and on we go

Into the great wide open

For the road that we walk

Has more miles left to talk

Stories on and on we go

Into the great wide open

Into the great wide open

Rush of the flood

Sends the blood to my head

The rush of the flood

Sends the blood to my head

Soul soldier with your gun held high

Where does the crow fly

Soul soldier with your gun held high

Will you follow it home

The rush of the flood

Sends the blood to my head

The rush of the flood

Sends the blood to my head

Climb out climb out ohh

Climb out climb out ohh

Climb out climb out over me

Climb out climb out ohh

Climb out climb out ohh

Climb out climb out over me

Into the great wide open