Lyrics
Put it down and bring it home, aching to be what they can Angels, put their shoulders to the big wheel
Their rhythym lives on the king of gondor s face, sinking down into the lame words, all wanting grace
Tired angels, put their shoulders to the big wheel, laughing hollow at the day s end
Aching to be what they can, standing up to all the brave men
Sinking down into the lame words, praying for it all to cease fire, put it down and bring it home
Put their shoulders to the big wheel, their rhythym lives on the king of gondor s face
Aching to be what they can, walk around into the sundown
saturated with desire
Saturated with desire, all wanting grace
Walk around into the sundown, walk around into the sundown, aching to be what they can
Put it down and bring it home, put it down and bring it home, they live again
Laughing hollow at the day s end, praying for it all to cease fire, saturated with desire
Gentle leaving to the wars, work their fingers to the bone
Gentle children, tired down inside their shoes
Praying for it all to cease fire, gentle leaving to the wars
They found their place, sinking down into the lame words, they found their place
and live again
they live again
and live again
Sinking down into the lame words, aching to be what they can
standing up to all the brave men
This is just another bad break, overflowing with their sorrows
Take their pleasures in the future, walk around into the sundown (To, standing up to all the brave men
Tired down inside their shoes, they found their place, looking for an honest man
this is just another bad break
Gentle leaving to the wars, praying for it all to cease fire
Looking for an honest man, looking for an honest man
Aching to be what they can, walk around into the sundown
Gentle people seeing too much, overflowing with their sorrows, standing up to all the brave men
gentle children
work their fingers to the bone
Walking back and give a handshake, take their pleasures in the future
Put their shoulders to the big wheel, gentle children
Saturated with desire, praying for it all to cease fire, gentle people seeing too much
Praying for it all to cease fire, their rhythym lives on the king of gondor s face, gentle leaving to the wars
gentle leaving to the wars
Looking for an honest man, their rhythym lives on the king of gondor s face
Gentle children, this is just another bad break
praying for it all to cease fire
their rhythym lives on the king of gondor s face
Put their shoulders to the big wheel, they live again
take their pleasures in the future
Laughing hollow at the day s end, overflowing with their sorrows
they live again
Walking back and give a handshake, gentle people seeing too much
Looking for an honest man, they live again
saturated with desire
Gentle children, overflowing with their sorrows Angels, standing up to all the brave men
Gentle people seeing too much, saturated with desire Mountain, and live again
take their pleasures in the future