THE SOUND OF ANIMALS FIGHTING LYRICS

"Act III: Modulate Back To The Tonic"

(I've been trapped here for one hundred years.
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel.
Isn't there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, lead me back to port.)

[Excerpt from Peter Pan:]
There's a million ways out of the city; I don't know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back,
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles,
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill.
"Save him, save him", they cried,
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below.

We're hanging from our ankles;
We're hanging from this spot.
We're hanging from our ankles,
In foam, in foam.
My hand bids you back up on to dreary land,
To form our end... form...

(I've been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn't there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, lead me back to port.)

[Excerpt from Peter Pan:]
Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friend the sun,
Who wanted them to be sure of their way before leaving them for the night.
Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread,
Black shadows moved about in them.
The roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now,
And above all, you lost the certainty that you would win.
When at last the heavens were steady again,
he found himself alone in the darkness.

We're hanging from our ankles;
(This is exactly what you wished for?)
We're hanging from this spot.
(Underneath it all)
We're hanging from our ankles,
(This is exactly what you wished for?)
In foam, in foam.
(Underneath it all)
My hand bids you back up on to dreary land,
To form our end... form...


We're hanging from our ankles;
(This is exactly what you wished for?)
We're hanging from this spot.
(Underneath it all)
We're hanging from our ankles,
(This is exactly what you wished for?)
In foam, in foam.
(Underneath it all)
My hand bids you back up on to dreary land,
To form our end... form...

Thanks to Aleks F. for these lyrics

Thanks to jimi summer, Brad, Taylor Kimball for correcting these lyrics

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