Men Who Climb Mountains
Album - 9 ottobre 2014 - Debaser id 830999

On the far west reaches of your mind all of the things you've done so far
Will come to you for evermore and I am here to make sure
Lightning strikes right between your eyes
As you walk the plank for all those lies, for all those lies
I'm not the welcome guest but the price must be paid and I'm here to stay

I'm the master of illusion the master of disguise
Making worlds disappear right before your very eyes
Everyday I hide away in honesty and discipline
No good to anyone least of all myself
I can always pull a neat trick from the hat
Breaking all the rules and treading on the fools
Kick out the weak with the Rollers and the pools

I follow the river of gold as it flows and will always be at your side
Offering a hand that holds the future to your dreams
But I stay when I know I should go

I'm the master of illusion a master of surprise
Ready to pounce on the weak and the weary should they dare close their eyes
Milking those with needs who'll never see the woods for the trees
Everyday I hide away in honesty and discipline
No good to anyone least of all myself
I can always pull a neat trick from the hat
Breaking all the rules and treading on the fools
Kick out the weak with the Rollers and the pools

I follow the river of gold as it flows and will always be at your side
Offering a hand that holds the future to your dreams
But I stay when I know I should go

Standing face to face daggers drawn at dawn
You dreamt of kings and queens
You were only a pawn in the patchwork quilt of life
Thrown in the ring to fight
The serpent on the left of me the lamb stands to the right

Standing face to face daggers to the death
Like a thief in the night
Stealing your last breath
Hypnotised by sorcery
Mesmerised by treachery
You have the heart you have the will
But does your conscience fight you still?

Misdemeanour it was only by default that you got this far
The road ahead is a path of hot coals dragging you back to the start
For he that has the wisdom will see throught the masquerade

Now the cold winds blow
Where there was once only warmth
As the day comes to an end and I must go
Take my hand one last time
Hold it so close to your faint heart
Part of me is dying with you
I can't stay anymore
The book is closed

As the cold hail rains down on you
And your whole life flashes right before your very eyes
So it comes as no surprise I sympathise
But I can't let you go my childhood friend
And as your final hour comes to the fore
A light as bright the sun penetrates my eyes
I'm the master of illusion a master a disguise
And you won't fear the world anymore...

Long winding road where will you lead me?
As far west as man can go before he starts heading east
San Francisco, but where from there?
Out on the ocean where the dreamers go
Where the moonlight dolphins play
'cos I know where my spirit's free
I know where my destiny takes me
I know where my spirit's free
Into the heart of America
Into the arms of a new world
Into the heart of a new world dream, and free

And Thursday's child has got a long, long way to go
And Thursday's child has got a long, long way to go
And Thursday's child has got a long, long way to go

For those who seek shall be those who find
To push back the boundaries forever for mankind
The boy who made his mark in the world today
So spread your wings and fly away
Copper green Victorian looking out to sea
The first footsteps in India is where my ship takes me
I'm a wandering stranger just trying to find some answers for me
I know where my spirit's free
Into the heart of America
Into the arms of a new world
Into the heart of a new world dream... and free

I put my hand to my head and I look to the sea and think
Thursday's child has got a long long way to go

I am a man of nomadic traits
A Bedouin of wandering fate
To cross the deserts to the sea
Where my soul becomes the sea and me
At times a bird at times a child
Sometimes animal sometimes wild
Ruled by numbers by figures and by facts
To free the self made prison
From the darkness and the rats
At times a bird at times a child
Sometimes animal sometimes wild

I am a man of nomadic traits
And Bedouin sisters are saving me
You reap what you sow
And in time don’t you know
When wisdom comes to call
If there’s nobody listening at all

And so this story has no end
Man’s search for true enlightenment
Where others see reality
Is a mirage that I clearly see
I sometimes wonder who’s right and who’s wrong
In this crazy world I don’t belong

I am a man of nomadic traits
And Bedouin sisters are saving me
You reap what you sow
And in time don’t you know
When wisdom comes to call
If there’s nobody listening at all

I am a man of nomadic traits
And wandering fate though people’s lives
Be strong and wise
Look with kind and gentle eyes

Painting pictures of a thousand different paths
We sketch an outline of a love that hopes to last
Casting a wand over imaginary hopes
And close our eyes so we don't fell the ebb and flow

And paintbox you are my only hope
Of covering the faded past and starting out once more
With a fortune in new colours new hopes to inspire
I paint the path I want to take and paint a life of fire

Marking out our lives full of different plans
Excitedly we hold the key to change our hearts and hands
We climb the hill to see if green fields lie beyond
Only to realise they've faded now and gone

And paintbox you are my only hope
Of covering the faded past and starting out once more
With a fortune in new colours new hopes to inspire
I paint the path I want to take and paint a life of fire


Painting pictures of a thousand different paths
We sketch an outline of a love that hopes to last
Casting a wand over imaginary hopes
And close our eyes so we don't fell the ebb and flow

And paintbox you are my only hope
Of covering the faded past and starting out once more
With a fortune in new colours new hopes to inspire
I paint the path I want to take and paint a life of fire