The Riddle versuri

Versuri Cécile Corbel – The Riddle lyrics

I’ve got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon
It’s time to carry on our try for sins and false alarms
Sold in America the brave
Wise men, save

Near a tree by a river, there’s a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you

I’ve got plans for us
Nights in the scullery and days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh, for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It’s not me, you see
Pieces of Valentine and just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men, fold

Near a tree by a river, there’s a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you

I’ve got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird’s hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men’s child

Near a tree by a river, there’s a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you

No, he’ll never, never fight over you