Текст песни Friends - Phish
Friends
If
the
lord
ever
comes
Descending
from
the
skies
in
some
fiery
fashion
As
so
many
say
he
will
You
will
not
see
me
Going
joyously
to
greet
him
expecting
my
deliverance
But
running
for
the
hills
For
if
such
a
day
should
come
to
pass
This
is
no
God
come
to
save
the
human
race
But
a
big
boat,
like
the
ones
our
forefathers
sailed
Having
made
it
across
the
great
ocean
to
our
shores
From
outer
space
And
friends
When
that
boat
finally
comes
Ascending
from
the
depths
of
our
imagination
To
appear
within
our
sight
We'll
be
born
again
As
we've
been
so
many
times
all
throughout
the
ages
When
we
find
that
we're
not
right
And
with
darkness
lifted
from
our
eyes
Then
we'll
find
what
should
come
as
no
surprise
We're
on
a
big
boat
like
the
ones
our
forefathers
sailed
Headed
across
the
great
ocean
from
our
shores
To
outer
space
1 Friends
2 Breath and Burning
3 Home
4 Blaze On
5 Tide Turns
6 Things People Do
7 Waking Up Dead
8 Running Out of Time
9 No Men in No Man's Land
10 Miss You
11 I Always Wanted It This Way
12 More
13 Petrichor
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