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Fast come the healing days,
When pleas of grace are made,
Trapped by the northern light,
Its flooding through my mind,
I saw leaves of gold burn on the lane,
I saw seven years pass in a blaze.
I heard a lonesome drum,
Out in the Northern Sun,
And the water's carpentry,
It cut the open sea,
I sailed an arc of high betrayal,
I stood the hardened light in vain.
And the colour of the rain,
The colour of the rain,
The endless colour of the rain,
Is all that now remains.
Feels like we're moving through the reeling rains,
Feels like we're moving through the healing days, days, days.
Come then the days of gold,
No horsemen on the shore,
We live the strangest lives,
Along the maritime,
I felt the ocean's cold refrain
I stood in wonder once again.
For the colour of the rain,
The colour of the rain,
The endless colour of the rain,
Is all that now remains.
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Empire (ft. Steve Gunn)
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