Uploaded July 2016 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
The new single, Glitterlight: itunes.apple.com/us/album/glitterlight-single/id1137465075
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Lyrics:
they're climbing out of this paradise
on a chalk white ladder built of bones.
they sacrifice this only life
for a chalk outline from which no soul rose.
We bereaved, we will lay the wreaths,
landing like our feet,
heavy with the weight of all our grief.
And we believe this shape of hate
is just a shade returned from the darkest age.
And beaten by the waves,
battered by the wild tide,
glasses held up high:
we will sing, echoes of our song upon the Seine,
we are tossed upon the waves,
but we don't sink.
These drops of hope from a golden sky,
let's drink that glitterlight like a honey wine.
Through our prism eyes, swallow storms of pain;
like kaleidoscopes, can we crystallize the rain?
Beaten by the waves,
battered by the wild tide,
glasses held up high:
we will sing, echoes of our song upon the Seine,
we are tossed upon the waves,
but we don't sink.
only Life is sacred. Life is sanctified.
We're candle wax and flame flickering in the ash of our remains.
Life is sacred. Life is sanctified.
Beaten by the waves,
battered by the wild tide,
glasses held up high:
we will sing, echoes of our song upon the Seine,
we are tossed upon the waves:
don't sink.
The new single, Glitterlight: itunes.apple.com/us/album/glitterlight-single/id1137465075
Facebook: facebook.com/galtmusic
Patreon: patreon.com/sahergalt
Twitter: twiter.com/galtmusic
Personal Facebook: facebook.com/sahergalt
Lyrics:
they're climbing out of this paradise
on a chalk white ladder built of bones.
they sacrifice this only life
for a chalk outline from which no soul rose.
We bereaved, we will lay the wreaths,
landing like our feet,
heavy with the weight of all our grief.
And we believe this shape of hate
is just a shade returned from the darkest age.
And beaten by the waves,
battered by the wild tide,
glasses held up high:
we will sing, echoes of our song upon the Seine,
we are tossed upon the waves,
but we don't sink.
These drops of hope from a golden sky,
let's drink that glitterlight like a honey wine.
Through our prism eyes, swallow storms of pain;
like kaleidoscopes, can we crystallize the rain?
Beaten by the waves,
battered by the wild tide,
glasses held up high:
we will sing, echoes of our song upon the Seine,
we are tossed upon the waves,
but we don't sink.
only Life is sacred. Life is sanctified.
We're candle wax and flame flickering in the ash of our remains.
Life is sacred. Life is sanctified.
Beaten by the waves,
battered by the wild tide,
glasses held up high:
we will sing, echoes of our song upon the Seine,
we are tossed upon the waves:
don't sink.










