Custer's Last Dream
Musik: Chris Franklin, Text: Gyllianna, Bearbeitung: Gary Gordon-Smith
Verlag: Peer-Southem/Disna
Dignity, trinity, home of infinity
You are a voyage in time
(Left behind in a) Multitude, solitude, equator’s longitude
You are the depths of the sea
(Waiting silently) Caringly, sparingly,
Almost too daringly
Lifting your cup to the rain.
Crosses cross the crossroads of life
To sing in the sun with a harp and a knife
Wander (weary) through (leery) a sleepless lagoon (marching on sleeplessly)
Fighting off serpents with pitchforks and spoons.
Tumbleweed, drying crust,
Courage has turned to dust
Waving a flag you can’t see (that's for liberty)
Negligent, heaven-sent, highly irrelevant
Riding a saddle of doom.
Crosses cross the crossroads of life
To sing in the sun with a harp and a knife
Wander (weary) through (leery) a sleepless lagoon (marching on sleeplessly)
Fighting off serpents with pitchforks and spoons.
Dignity, trinity, home of infinity
You are a voyage in time
(But you find you were)
Negligent, heaven-sent, highly irrelevant
Riding a saddle of doom.