الكلمات الأصلية
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As the bell must strike the hour
As the west must stab the sun
So our hearts must heed the flow
Of deeper tides that run
Far beyond this bare indifference
That prosperity esteems
Where the spirit raves and dances
Through our very veins
At winter's edge you found me
By the fields of wild gold
My hands still filled with ashes
From fires long cold
You pulled me from the wreckage
Of bitterness and blame
Flung open the page
And put some flesh on the bones of my dreams
On the streets the blossom snowing
And the drum is beating slow
To hear you speak so clear
Well I'm slicing through the fear
And setting all the beacons blazing oh!
It's staring out plainer than ever
Brighter than all the fool's gold that gleams
It's simply now or never
Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams
Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams
Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams
And they can plunder the cave of sorrows
They can strip the gallery bare
Try to build a fence around the visions
In our heads, choke every spark
In a cloak of despair
But we got something they can't stifle
With their price tags and picture frames
Got a flower for every rifle
Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams
