Pack your things, we'll leave in the morning
To catch the first train out of here bound, full steam, without fear
Though we may ride
Through mountains of sin and plains of delight
With no net for if we should fall
With no return paid we'll keep moving for'd
It's all been done
I've read it in books and I've heard it all sung
But watch me run
The ground I forsook with the wind in my lungs
It might be a dream, but a dream
It might be a dream, but a dream
If we win we have no need for mocking birds or diamond rings
May hope fill our minds eyes
It's down to you and I to let the light shine
Burn though it might, to keep warm through the night
It's all been done
I've read it in books and I've heard it all sung
But watch me run
The ground I forsook with the wind in my lungs
It might be a dream, but a dream
It might be a dream, but a dream
David Bridie’s “The Wisdom Line” pairs stark, poetic lyrics with hushed, minimal instrumentation, recalling groups like Tindersticks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2019