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The Beckon Call

from Talking Shadows by OF THE OPERA

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lyrics

On these cold grounds we watch the fires die
Steep cliffs above we can't get no grip
For every foot that I'm ascending here
There's always three feet back that I slip
We'll find a place at the top to sit
We'll look upon our path
And plainly see the mistakes and wrong turns
That we have made along the way

I was not born here into wealth
I hardly had my own health
Came up in a town where the wise show fear
In the stead of a cradle, there was a replacement
I was born in the basement of a house on a farm

The beckon call
We were young
We would see how far we'd get tonight
Before we heard the call to home
We would roam along the fire's side

Into the depths we choose to run and dive
On the wet grass we can't get no grip
For every foot that I'm progressing here
There's always three feet back that I slip
We'll find a place with a view to sit
We'll look upon our path
And plainly see the mistakes and wrong turns
That we have made along the way

We made our break on the tollway
(Slept in shifts along the way)
I don't know why this means so much to me
(A softly repeated phrase)
Now we lay here with this mattress on the floor
I was half asleep back when she kissed me
Then she vanished right out the door

The jealous moan
The crawl home has come again
It has no end in sight
They drag their hands along the fence
You must learn to hide your innocence
Where we'll go, no one knows
You must sense the lack of warmth and light
If you listen close, we're beckoned home
Though you can't tell from where you hear the cry

Out of the fire here we shall reemerge
On these tall flames we can't get no grip
For every foot that I'm ascending here
There's always three feet back that I slip
We'll find a place at the top to sit
We'll look upon our path
And plainly see the mistakes and wrong turns
That we have made along the way

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from Talking Shadows, released January 29, 2013

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