Fountain کے بول

what lies beyond the fringe of the woods? dust to dust, so we leave for good when all has gone to blazes, I start to run until I find places where nobody’s gone no more weight on your conscience with ease I go back to the start surge like a fountain, like tide and swallow the bleed flows like a fountain inside gather force from the sea riding this giant wave, untied let it wash me clean crawling through deafening cold turning head, there’s no sight of home though my body’s aching, we have to push on for every stride, a new line is drawn surge like a fountain, like tide and swallow the bleed flows like a fountain inside gather force from the sea riding this giant wave, untied let it wash me clean from watching eyes, I blindly rove to guard my stories and find new gold riding this giant wave untied let it wash me clean [Claes Björklund] What lies beyond the fringe of the woods? Dust to dust, so we leave for good What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?