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What we think are mountains are just pebbles from the sky,
Rocking horse and rolling dreams this I can’t deny,
Wheels turning round all I hear is the sound of your feet,
Lonely hearts and lonely heads sending out a plea,
Sacrifice or Socrates sounds the same to me.
 
Wheels turning round all I hear is the sound,
While were falling he’s calling up a sunrise,
See the moon bring each new day to dawn,
Mama’s yawning she wipes the tears from her eyes,
Don't turn away from me, I can’t take it anymore.
 
Blessed be the one whose heart and hands are pure,
One who never swears to lie and soul does not ignore.
 
Wheels turning round all I hear is the sound,
While were falling he’s calling up a sunrise,
See the moon bring each new day to dawn,
Mama’s yawning she wipes the tears from her eyes,
Don’t turn away from me,
I can’t take it anymore.




Written by Ian Sandercoe (1993)
Performed by: Yiante

Recorded at: Ramrod Studio Sydney New South Wales Australia
Produced by: Ian Sandercoe
Engineered by: Mark Tinson
Year: 1995

Vocalist: Ian Sandercoe
Guitar: Paul Elliot
Bass Guitar: Robert Matthews
Drums: Craig Lancaster
Keys: Tony Heaney

As written about by Ian Sandercoe:
What is grinding our hearts with misery today, will be just a memory of the past tomorrow. Suicide for example is so final, what could have been a potentially bright future with a past, is now just an ended life.

    
   

 

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