Find what you love and let it kill you
Let it drain from you, your all
Let it cling onto your back
And weigh you down into eventual nothingness
Let it kill you
And let it devour your remains
Where the sacred river runs
Through caverns that are measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers shrouded around
And there was gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery
A savage place
Holy and enchanted
As the fragments of the waning moon
A bleak hotel
In the back of your mind
Where the cobwebs of your sanity unwind
Flourishing vine, whose burning clusters glow
Beneath the autumn sun, no one will taste you
Because you show me all the ruins, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity
Find what you love and let it mold you
Let it shape you for your all
Let it cling onto your back and stand you up to your fears
Let it breathe life into your bones
Flourishing vine, whose burning clusters glow
Beneath the autumn sun, no one will taste you
Because you show me all the ruins, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity
Where the sacred river runs
Through caverns measureless to man,
Down to a sunless sea.
Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers shrouded round
And there was gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery
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Find what you love and let it kill you
Let it drain from you, your all
Let it cling onto your back
And weigh you down into eventual nothingness
Let it kill you
And let it devour your remains
Where the sacred river runs
Through caverns that are measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers shrouded around
And there was gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery
A savage place
Holy and enchanted
As the fragments of the waning moon
A bleak hotel
In the back of your mind
Where the cobwebs of your sanity unwind
Flourishing vine, whose burning clusters glow
Beneath the autumn sun, no one will taste you
Because you show me all the ruins, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity
Find what you love and let it mold you
Let it shape you for your all
Let it cling onto your back and stand you up to your fears
Let it breathe life into your bones
Flourishing vine, whose burning clusters glow
Beneath the autumn sun, no one will taste you
Because you show me all the ruins, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity
Where the sacred river runs
Through caverns measureless to man,
Down to a sunless sea.
Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers shrouded round
And there was gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery
Let it drain from you, your all
Let it cling onto your back
And weigh you down into eventual nothingness
Let it kill you
And let it devour your remains
Where the sacred river runs
Through caverns that are measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers shrouded around
And there was gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery
A savage place
Holy and enchanted
As the fragments of the waning moon
A bleak hotel
In the back of your mind
Where the cobwebs of your sanity unwind
Flourishing vine, whose burning clusters glow
Beneath the autumn sun, no one will taste you
Because you show me all the ruins, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity
Find what you love and let it mold you
Let it shape you for your all
Let it cling onto your back and stand you up to your fears
Let it breathe life into your bones
Flourishing vine, whose burning clusters glow
Beneath the autumn sun, no one will taste you
Because you show me all the ruins, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity
Where the sacred river runs
Through caverns measureless to man,
Down to a sunless sea.
Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers shrouded round
And there was gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery
Writer: Christopher Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid