The Water Is Fine (Crimson Edition) - Chloe Ament

Sad eyes, sad eyes Where're you going with that confidence? Sad eyes, sad eyes Where're you going with that confidence? I'm going to where the boats go by Caledonia river flow so wide I'm going to where the boats go by Caledonia river flow so wide Still water - Laying over Still water - Laying over Still water - Laying over Caledonia river oh, so wide Wild eyes in the wilderness Where're you going with the devil in hand? Wild eyes in the wilderness Where're you going with the devil in hand? I'm going to build the bridges high For working money, for working money I'm going to climb the bridges high Caledonia brother far away Still water - I'm laying over Still water - Lay my body down over Still water - Laying over Caledonia river far away... Sad eyes in the weary night Have you seen your brother, Have you seen your brother? Waiting by the river Grand Caledonia river oh, so wide Going to where the rain falls Look for my brother, Look for my brother Going to where the rain falls Caledonia river far away Still water - Laying over Still water - Lay my body down Still water - Laying over Caledonia river far away...

The Dance of the Puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march, The cracked brass bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king. On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke; I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.

Take the highway to the end of the line I've got the stuff that will blow your mind Purple, red, black, orange,yellow and green It'll be sure to wipe your windows clean Space open wider than a deep canyon Gates blown over, now it has begun And in time All is fine And in time All is fine In the mountain In the sea In the Background Of a dream

The water is wide I cannot get o'er And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row my love and I O love is handsomeand love is fine And love's a jewel while its first new But love grows old, and white's so cold And fades away like morning dew There is a ship, its sailing the sea It's loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as my love for him I know not if I sink or swim The water is wide I cannot get o'er And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that will carry two And both shall row my love and I And both shall row my love and I