Lletres: O.A.R. (Of A Revolution). 34th & 8th. King Of The Thing.

It's been a long, long time since I lost myself.
Put my pride down on the table, put my fear on the shelf.
So I bought myself a throne to reside and let myself go.
But I've traveled much too far, where I've gone, I'll never know.

What a long, long time...
Long, long time.
It's been a little old while since I felt so fine.
Wanderin' in the rain...
Losing my mind.
What a long, long time.
What a long, long time.

My days I've spet relaxin' turned to nights relaxin' too
A thousand eyes upon me, but my sights are missing you.
So this time I swear I will loosen my grip.
On past times and bad lines and meaningless trips.

What a long, long time.
Long, long time.
It's been a little old while since I felt so fine.
Wanderin' in the rain,
Losing my mind.
What a long, long time.
What a long, long time.

So, over and over mile signs pass by my side
The more you try to find yourself, the more you tend to hide
Behind these - forest trees - and greens that blind your eyes
To lounge upon that throne I bought,
Confer there with the wise.

What a long, long time.
Long, long time.
It's been a little old while since I felt so fine.
Wanderin' in the rain,
Losing my mind.
What a long, long time,
Long time...yeah.

So here we appear, the rest lost themselves in a pit of fear.
For who? What can I do? But let them all come through the wall
And though some oppose, many of these things I know,
I'll stay here alone, and lose myself on the riverways of days.
I'm coming home.

What a long, long time.
Long, long time.
It's been a little old while since I felt so fine.
Wanderin' in the rain,
Losing my mind
What a long, long time.
What a long, long time.