The Watchman - L.A.B

There are some things that I know

Precious things you cannot hold

Some things in our lives can take their own device

Hold the line, but keep it free, yeah

Oh, see the watchman in his cloak

Sitting underneath the tree

He knows when it’s time to take another life

I thought you were, but you’re not free

The time is up, but I will question

The game of life that I have played

Now I think it’s time, to take me on a high

Riding horses to the heavens

I never planned it

Oh, this devastation, yeah

Now I think it’s time to take me on a ride

Hold the line, but keep it free, yeah

My feet are firm in heaven

I swear that I can hear them

Trumpets blowing in the distance sun

Don’t worry about the lonely

You’re not the one and only

I know that someday I would reach the sun

Reach the sun

Reach the sun

It’s in the night, whoa

It’s in the night, whoa

It’s in the night, whoa

It’s in the night, whoa

It’s in the night, whoa

It’s in the night, whoa

It’s in the night, yeah yeah

It’s in the night, yeah yeah