Gray, David - Flesh Lyrics






As the bell must strike the hour
As the west must stab the sun
So our hearts
Must heed the flow
Of deeper tides that run
Far beyond the bare indifference
That prosperity esteems
Where the spirit
Raves and dances
Through our very veins

At winters edge you found me
By the fields of wild gold
My hands still filled with ashes
From fires long cold
You pulled me from the wreckage
Of bitterness and blame
Flung open the page
And put some flesh on
The bones of my dreams

On the streets
The blossom snowing
And the drum is beating slow
And I hear you speak so clear
Well I'm slicing through the fear
Setting all the beacons
Blazing, baby oh!
It's staring out plainer than ever
Brighter than all the fools
Gold that gleams
It's simply now or never
Putting flesh on the bones
Of my dreams

Putting flesh on the bones
Of my dreams
Putting flesh on the bones
Of my dreams

And they can plunder
The cave of sorrows
They can strip the gallery bare
Try to build a fence
Around the visions
In our heads, choke every spark
In a cloak of despair
But we got something
They can't stifle
With their price tags
And picture frames
Got a flower for every rifle
Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams





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  1. W.... R....

    I love this song,

  2. f.... r....

    old skool David Gray still sounds as good as his current stuff. When I'm a pensioner this will be a 5 star on my ipod when other technologies are way advanced but i won't care...January Rain comes on next and i chill

  3. C.... ....

    sublime. someone hneeds to kik him in the balls so he gets angry and writes quality like this. new stuff is just so pappy

  4. R.... B....

    Determination to overcome. Hope amidst the darkness.

  5. T.... ....

    20 years old and it's  still brilliant , it makes my spine tingle ! A beautiful song that to me speaks of hope in dark places

    T.... ....

    @Tripzwitch totally agree - this album blew me away in the mid-nineties. Was so glad for him when he became super-famous years later. This was, however, for me, THE Gray. Twenty years on or more this is still so good.

  6. H.... T....

    best o best