The Riddle - Sagi Rei

I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon

Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms

So to America the brave

Wise men save

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you

I got plans for us nights in the scullery

And days instead of me

I only know what to discuss of for anything but light

Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see pieces of valentine

With just a song of mine to keep from burning history

Seasons of gasoline and gold

Wise men fold

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you

I got time to kill sly looks in corridors

Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill

Thanks to the calling of the wild

Wise mens child

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you

And he'll never never fight over you