Lyrics The Death of Music - live in Plovdiv 2017 - Devin Townsend Project

Question...
Leapt like dog from man...
Terminate high thinking...
Known in your prophecy...
Sun...
Sun it shifts, and brittleness subsides
To sleep... sleep away
Sun comes
The rain will always be
And things I am are things that should not be
They laughed at me, but we never bothered
My friends and I
There were no others
Now it comes...
Bolt across the blue...
Shadows dance over the land...
Walls high, water deep
Brick and steel gathering speed
The water deep
I guess it′s just a feeling
Guess it's just a feeling...
The rain may come
The rain may never be
In things you are are things I need to be
My friends were there but they never bothered
Now there′s you and I and there are no others
It's like a death becomes musical
It's musical
It′s like a death becomes musical musical...
And it comes...
To make sure that he will never rise
And the groans from the bellies have never cried this hard
And the eyes of the wicked ones have never been so full of dust
In the middle of the sea it waits...
Closer...
Home, nor anywhere on Earth on that final day will anyone be apart
One... schooled... together...
Towards the sea...
And we may drown, fly, fall from faith
But the pain won′t be realized
Because the emotions will hit like God should
And the mountains will offer no shelter
And the clouds will be no cover
No matter where we run
We will simply not be alone
Don't die on me, don′t go away
When I need you here in my need
The rain will come
The rain will always be
In things I am are things that have to be
My friends have come and I never bothered
'Cause myself and I
There is no other
It′s like a death becomes musical, it's musical