Fountain
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what lies beyond the fringe of the woods?
dust to dust, so we leave for good
when all has gone to blazes, I start to run
until I find places where nobody’s gone
no more weight on your conscience
with ease I go back to the start
surge like a fountain, like tide
and swallow the bleed
flows like a fountain inside
gather force from the sea
riding this giant wave, untied
let it wash me clean
crawling through deafening cold
turning head, there’s no sight of home
though my body’s aching, we have to push on
for every stride, a new line is drawn
surge like a fountain, like tide
and swallow the bleed
flows like a fountain inside
gather force from the sea
riding this giant wave, untied
let it wash me clean
from watching eyes, I blindly rove
to guard my stories and find new gold
riding this giant wave untied
let it wash me clean
[Claes Björklund]
What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?
Dust to dust, so we leave for good
What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?
