Land Of Souls
Ed Bannard
Land of souls that sleeps beneath the waves
Tide unfolds, releases all she can
I long to be out lost at sea
Whilst breaking in my heart again
And I long to find some peace of mind
It reels me in again
Ohh
Woah love you cry with dust from circles round your eyes again
This lonely night I'll read the rights
To every woman scorned in life
And I have no fury at who know life is clear in my mind
And I sit alone, draw blood from stone in a wave that passes on
And oh my love, oh my darling
It's a terrible waste of a beautiful morning
And oh my love, oh my darling
What a terrible waste of a beautiful morning
And oh my love, oh my darling
It's a terrible waste of a beautiful morning
And oh my love, oh my darling
What a terrible waste of a beautiful morning