so many times when I smiled at the wrong times This sea before me I can pass I can see past so I go Writhing in this great sea Wild to be afloat
by the hand Approaching me, The great eye speaking Mountainous waves Are breaking on my despair Awaken me but I?m still dreaming And I just plunge Into this sea
: Where do I begin to tell the story Of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love she brings
+ CHORUS) Place my body on a ship And burn it in the sea Let my spirit rise Valkires carry me Take me to Valhalla Where my brothers wait for me Fires burn
bridge, chorus] Place my body on a ship And burn it on the sea Let my spirit rise Valkiries carry me Take me to Valhalla Where my brothers wait for me Fires burn
I did it all Crash and burn And then you know you're living I did it all Some pain a few tears after I did it all To the last line of the final
Where do I begin? To tell the story of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love he brings
Where do I begin To tell the story of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love she brings
by the hand Approaching me, The great eye speaking Mountainous waves Are breaking on my despair Awaken me but I'm still dreaming And I just plunge Into this sea
Where do I begin to tell the story Of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love he brings
Where do I begin to tell the story Of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love she brings
Manuva get gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt I remember the last time and have a
Small, a speck in the wide blue sea 'Tis the last of all the land A dweller upon our lonesome isle The last lonely man On weary night, under stars He
skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great
'Neal and All McGraw] Where do I begin To tell the story of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth
