EPISODE · Apr 11, 2023 · 3 MIN
In The Arms Of Oblivion
from Brownwall · host Brownwall
Misplaced my lunchbox in the bottom of a deep dark well Found myself asleep on the train On the train to somewhere else Track my path across the wave to see sunlight There's no other way to look across the great divide In the arms of oblivion There's a secret door old and wood and hidden And riddled with holes Found a key in a tree and I took the path that no one knows Turned once or twice As the clock is wise There's no other to open this device In the arms of oblivion Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark In an ancient garden underneath a pile of soldier bones Pathway to a cold dark room Went to sleep among the stones When I rose I saw my soul flee to the sky Watching at me from across the great divide In the arms of oblivion Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark John Makarewicz - Drums David Krosner - Keyboards Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass, Backing Vocals
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Misplaced my lunchbox in the bottom of a deep dark well Found myself asleep on the train On the train to somewhere else Track my path across the wave to see sunlight There's no other way to look across the great divide In the arms of oblivion There's a secret door old and wood and hidden And riddled with holes Found a key in a tree and I took the path that no one knows Turned once or twice As the clock is wise There's no other to open this device In the arms of oblivion Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark In an ancient garden underneath a pile of soldier bones Pathway to a cold dark room Went to sleep among the stones When I rose I saw my soul flee to the sky Watching at me from across the great divide In the arms of oblivion Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark Risking the obligation to come to the light Feeling the challenge of greeting the dark John Makarewicz - Drums David Krosner - Keyboards Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass, Backing Vocals
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