Beyond The Years Lyrics

I. Far From Home

I am so far from home
Wandering here all alone
Time has taken every tear
Now I am adrift among the years

II. The Far That's Always Near

Crest of the wave
As it is broken
The home of the brave
Rudely awoken

Traveler into the morning
Will you receieve the calling?

True to your race
You hang up the receiver
Just stay in your place
Don't question the dеaler

Take up the wings of agеs
Reach out and turn the pages

I will be here, your every tear
Will not be lost inside your fear
I'm worlds away, yet everyday
I am the far that's always near
Sure as you're born
A soldier of fortune
Then tattered and torn
So beautifull broken

Wanderer, won't you listen
There is still something missin'

I will be here, your every tear
Will not be lost inside your fear
I'm worlds away, yet everyday
I am the far that's always near

III. Kings & Queens & Bitter Things

"Better late than never"
Say the wisest sons and daughters
"Better you than me" replies the solitary spy
Kings and Queens and bitter things
They start to stream like a watercolor sky

Bringing up your bride to be, don't leave her at the altar
Marry her and carry her to places undisguised
Suddenly the two are three, placed underneath a watercolor sky

I could be a diva if I knew
A live disaster but after peer review
I'll be comin' back to you
Houses built on waterfalls cannot retain the measure
Some things that are beautiful won't hold you 'til you die
I'd rather trust the simple man, the single plan that looks you in the eye

I could be a diva if I knew
A live disaster but after peer review
I'll be comin' back to you

IV. Islands In The Sun

Hidden deep among us in covers of the wintertime
Playing with the reasons of who you are
Russian dolls dissolving in every layer of the rhyme
Closer than the distance, the near that's far

Wake the depths quietly
More of you, less of me
Far beyond the thoughts that run
More than just these islands in the sun
Islands in the sun

V. Drifting Through The Years

Wanderer cold and stark, don't tip your hand
Looking for something here in the sinking sand
So many things you just can't say out loud
A sieve sifting hopelessness inside the shroud

Letters of loneliness flow from your hand
Seeds of sedition grow and no one understands

Where is the blood that pushed into frontiers?
And where is the love that used to hold all my tears?
But now I am just drifting through the years

This is the way
This is the way
You've come all this way
Time can not save you
Your debt can't repay you
So don't look away
Until another day

VI. Watercolor Sky

(Instrumental)

VII. Worlds Away

This is the way
And you will recover
Come find your place
And rest on my shoulder

Traveler into the morning
Rise and begin your falling

I will be here
Your every tear
Will not be lost inside your fear
I'm worlds away
Yet everyday
I am the far that's always near

Hidden deep among us, in the depths of our subconscious
Playing with the reasons of the who and what
We are the first and last
The Russian dolls dissolving, every time the rhyme evolving
Coming nearer to the far is where we are

I am so far from home
But I am not alone
God has taken all my tears
And now I have life beyond the years