Lukka

Duration

4:56

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

I saw the lions from the mast of modest vessel I felt the evening like a mask you couldn't wrestle And here come the heroes with their flags to lead the people And here lie the cattle in the grass beneath the steeple What a feeling When I lose it all My head reeling A slave to the call Gone with the Lukka over near the Seething Straits Gone I was wary for the seer did tell me to wait But prophecies I doubt 'cause I live to break the lines And all of my memories are my soul and they are my smile What a feeling When I was your size The line reeling Death in disguise