Bored of the life on the city of goldHe'd left and let nobody know.Gone were the towers he had known from a child,Alone with the dream of a lifeHe travelled the wide open road,The blinkered arcade,In search of another to share in his life.Nowhere.Everyone looked so strange to him.They've got no horns and they've got no tailThey don't even know of our existence.I wrong to believe in a city of goldThat lies in the deep distance, he criedAnd wept as they led him away to a cageBeast that can talk, read the sign.The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frameAnd questioned his story again.But soon they grew bored of their preyBeast that can talk?More like a freak or publicity stunt.They've got no horns and they've got no tailThey don't even know of our existence.I wrong to believe in a city of goldThat lies in the deep distance, he criedAnd broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:There, beyond the bounds of your weak imaginationLie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.Let me take you there, show you a living storyLet me show you others such as meWhy did I ever leave?They've got no horns and they've got no tailThey don't even know of our existenceI wrong to believe in a city of goldThat lies in the deep distance, he criedAnd wept.And so we set out with the beast and his hornsAnd his crazy description of home.After many days journey we came to a peakWhere the beast gazed abroad and cried out.We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we sawA spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all,But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:They've got no horns and they've got no tailThey don't even know of our existenceI wrong to believe in a city of goldThat lies in the deep distanceHello friend, welcome home.
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Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of your weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.
And so we set out with the beast and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all,
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome home.
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