O Theo

Album cover art for "O Theo" by Matthew Perryman Jones

Matthew Perryman Jones - Pop

O Theo

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Duration: 5:02

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Lyrics

Under the silence of water Into a sky full of birds Out from the land of our fathers I am falling on your words Oh... Dark as the night of a preacher I made a bed out of hay They paid me a handful of money I gave it all away... All away... And the righteous raised their stones And the devil threw his arrow That was longing for a home With nowhere to go Oh, Theo... In the half-life of the city She took off all of her clothes I flew from the height of the mountains Into a valley of dry bones All alone Then my heart was still unknown I was drunk and full of sorrows I was longing for a home With nowhere to go Oh, Theo... So, I set fires of starlight To burn up against the despair I was caught in the tangles of midnight's Long, unanswered prayer: 'Are you there?' And the light of morning grows On a field of fallen sparrows I was longing for a home With nowhere to go Oh, Theo... Ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh

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Credits

Writers
  • Donald William Chaffer
  • Matthew Perryman Jones