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Way Beyond the Fond Old River (Sikth)

You will never really know until you've learned to lead Never understand until you've sown the seed You can gather information with the will to read But you'll never really know until you've sown the seed We live and learn to fly away Travel through the clouds and fly away Thought to save a blessing some days learned When tables turn and bridges, soon they burn While the moral man's making trees from the gathered leaves We gather round the fire and smoke to sea For you will never know where some ideas can lead You will never know until you've sown the seed The sea Way beyond the fond old river Way beyond the fond old river Where they paint is bled to shiver, shiver Shiver, shiver, shiver While the metal gathers moss While the Metal gathers moss And you standing on the gloss, well We seem to only really know of these ways to feed Microwave our meals, the oranges we peel You can know the station by the sign you read But you'll never really know until you've learned to lead We live and learn to fly Travel through the clouds to find your way Thought to save as blessings some days learned When the thunder turns can blossom soon be earned While the feral man's making trees from gathered leaves We gathered round the fire and smoked the sea For you will never know where some ideas can lead You will never know until you've sown the seed Way beyond the fond old river Way beyond the fond old river Where they paint is bled to shiver, shiver Shiver, shiver, shiver While the metal gathers moss While the Metal gathers moss And you standing on the gloss, well We had We admired to fly away We had We admired to fly away Again We had We admired the flight to far away again Now these lakes are stains Drained and gone The leaves they float and some days they do turn Within that hole under sea Way past the shell, now you can see beyond those trees And tears could be ridden Ignore the din of painted paper clones Though