Last Century Man - Solomon Grey

Wake up from a sleep

Last century man

Ten thousand year fight

We fade into dust

I heard

Remember the gold

Who lived in the real

warm and tender

We cry for the past

You

Cut me on the ground

Take away the silence

Against the fold

Lost the

I’ve

Even broke

things

We‘ve done things

To the heart of the shadows

I want statues in the fold

All my cities turn to gold

Home

To the gold we know

To the glass I know

Home

To the glass we know

To the glass I know

Home

To the glass we know

To the glass I know

Home

To the glass we know

To the glass I know

Home

To the glass we know

To the glass I know

Home

To the glass we know

To the glass I know

Home

To the glass we know

To the glass I know

The spirit is gone

And I am

And the spirit is gone

Night is on