Lyrics Terrapin Station - Bombay Bicycle Club , Flyte
Let
my
inspiration
flow
in
token
rhyme
Suggesting
rhythm
That
will
not
forsake
me
'Til
my
tale
is
told
and
done
While
the
firelight's
aglow,
strange
shadows
From
the
flames
will
grow
'Til
things
we've
never
seen
will
seem
familiar
Shadows
of
a
sailor
forming
Winds
both
foul
and
fair
all
swarm
Down
in
Carlisle,
he
loved
a
lady
Many
years
ago
Here
beside
him
stands
a
man
A
soldier
from
the
looks
of
him
Who
came
through
many
fights
But
lost
at
love
While
the
storyteller
speaks
A
door
within
the
fire
creaks
Suddenly
flies
open
And
a
girl
is
standing
there
Eyes
alight
with
glowing
hair
All
that
fancy
paints
as
fair
She
takes
her
fan
and
throws
it
In
the
lion's
den
"Which
of
you
to
gain
me,
tell
Will
risk
uncertain
pains
of
hell?
I
will
not
forgive
you
If
you
will
not
take
the
chance"
The
sailor
gave
at
least
a
try
The
soldier
being
much
too
wise
Strategy
was
his
strength
And
not
disaster
The
sailor
coming
out
again
The
lady
fairly
leapt
at
him
That's
how
it
stands
today
You
decide
if
he
was
wise
The
storyteller
makes
no
choice
Soon
you
will
not
hear
his
voice
His
job
is
to
shed
light
And
not
to
master
Since
the
end
is
never
told
We
pay
the
teller
off
in
gold
In
hopes,
he
will
come
back
But
he
cannot
be
bought
or
sold
Inspiration,
move
me
brightly
Light
the
song
with
sense
and
colour
Hold
away
despair
More
than
this
I
will
not
ask
Faced
with
mysteries
dark
and
vast
Statements
just
seem
vain
at
last
Some
rise,
some
fall,
some
climb
To
get
to
Terrapin
Counting
stars
by
candlelight
All
are
dim,
but
one
is
bright
The
spiral
light
of
Venus
Rising
first
and
shining
best
Oh,
from
the
northwest
corner
Of
a
brand-new
crescent
moon
Crickets
and
cicadas
sing
A
rare
and
different
tune
Terrapin
Station
In
the
shadow
of
the
moon
Terrapin
Station
And
I
know
we'll
be
there
soon
(Terrapin)
I
can't
figure
out
(Terrapin)
if
it's
the
end
or
beginning
(Terrapin)
but
the
train's
put
its
brakes
on
(Terrapin)
and
the
whistle
is
screaming:
Terrapin
While
you
were
gone
These
faces
filled
with
darkness
The
obvious
was
hidden
With
nothing
to
believe
in
The
compass
always
points
to
Terrapin
Sullen
wings
of
fortune
beat
like
rain
You're
back
in
Terrapin
for
good
or
ill
again
For
good
or
ill
again
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