The Great Wide Open Songtext

von Funeral for a friend

Spitting from the bridges
Like a bird perched on a branch
I'm wilting on a tree
That will never let me breathe

Soul soldier with your gun held high
Where does the crow fly
Soul soldier with your gun held high
Will you follow it home

For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open

No it never came back to break me
The way it broke it down
Spitting from the bridges
While the trees give a sigh to the ground

Soul soldier with your flag held high
Where does the crow fly
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Will you follow it home

For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open (2x)

The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head (2x)

Soul soldier with your gun held high
Where does the crow fly
Soul soldier with your gun held high
Will you follow it home

The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head (2x)

Climb out, climb out (woah),
Climb out, climb out (woah),
Climb out, climb out (woah), over me.
Climb out, climb out (woah),
Climb out, climb out (woah),
Climb out, climb out (woah), over me.