Текст песни Funeral for A Friend The Great Wide Open

Spitting from the bridges
like a bird perched on a branch
i'm wilting like a tree
that will never let me breathe

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
spitting from the bridges
while the trees give 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

The 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
climb out
climb out
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