Easy Wanderlings - Madeline

""Fire away my youngest of four,
Whispering your favorite song, Madeline, an evergreen
Pale moon you stare with regard
Rockets in space, murals on the walls, yet here...here we are.

All these yesteryears of reaping
Kneel kiss high heels and a gold ring
How we forget the grain we are in an arcane ocean.
Dear, I want you to sail through the Nile,
Watch the planes glide gracefully across the sky, like fireflies.

There’s no fortune in a white lie,
There are jokers holding the reins
Fingers chase triggers to end life
Candles flare, then we all celebrate

We let them win, carry the torch light
We let Ganga drown in the drain
Kill the forests as we aim high
Is heaven any different from here?""

Written by:
SANYANTH NAROTH

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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