Galleon Seeking Knowledge
Standing in a lighthouse , with my eyes towards the
sun.
I belong there i´ll be strong there.
A fugitive from options , before it have begun.
I can't do it , I just can't commit.
It´s just a slight , restatement of the play
Only a light , restatement of the play.
Standing in a corner , my palms towards my face.
I cant do it , I just can´t commit.
Leaving this world , means a different time or space.
I belong there. I'll be strong there.
It´s just a slight . . . .
When lions on monuments are rising to roar.
Presidents , play golf , lift there heads to shout
fore.
Are we winning or losing?
We turn to the play.
And read that the options , may come to us some day.
Oh , do we need it do we care , can we see it
everywhere.
When huns were attacking , our castles and our farms.
And then went to spread the word of god , with soldiers
, with arms.
Did we feel the God of progress , caressing our cheeks?
Is it true that we are looking , and that we find what
we seek?
Oh , do we need it do we care , can we touch what we
cant bear.
I see I touch
Awake , here I stand here I lie , there's a storm in my
eye now I can see.
Heartbreak , things of beauty must fall
I just reached the wall now I can touch.
I see I touch
I know , inside the castle lies a garden ,
it feels so very hard when I can´t see
I read , that in the garden lives a girl ,
things of beauty is her world I´d like to touch.
I see I touch
I seek I watch
The castle walls are breaking down before my eyes.
With this knowledge , I turn to the sky
I seek I watch
I see I touch