Standing Still Paroles

The path does narrow as Angela's eyes
No matter how far I ran
No matter how far I ran

Oh may my soul be found
Brother, Brother
Here's where I belong

I was born by the water the wealth of the sea
And infants awaken with ominous dreams
And I traveled the world till the waltz in the streets
No matter how far I ran

Oh may my soul be found

On the tail of a hurricane, the trick of the trade
I stay angry at angels that stand in the way
Who wore a halo of smoke from a passing train
Now the seat at my table's been taken away

Brother, Brother
Oh make my soul be found
Now Mother, Father
Oh here's where I belong

Lay me down, and let my love live forever in this ground