Sixteen years (sixteen years)
Sixteen banners united over the fields (over the fields)
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men (desperate men) desperate women divided
Spreading their wings ’neath the falling leaves
Fortune calls (fortune calls)
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace (marketplace)
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down (last deal gone down)
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born (where she was born)
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower
The cold-blooded moon (cold blooded moon)
The captain waiting above the celebration
Sending his thoughts (sending his thoughts) to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face (ebony face) is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head (shaved her head)
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived (messenger arrived) with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs (seen her on the stairs) and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet (stumbled to my feet)
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending ’neath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests (renegade priests) and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you
The palace of mirrors (palace of mirrors)
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road (endless road) and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms (empty rooms) where her memory is protected
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up (wakes him up)
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains (broken chains) mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She’s begging to know (begging to know) what measures he now will be taking
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said (gentlemen he said)
I don’t need your organization, I've shined your shoes (shined your shoes)
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning (Eden is burning) either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come (peace will come)
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire (wheels of fire)
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall (false idols fall)
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsgHi_DvmM8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oncL-vBoDs
http://vimeo.com/34964914
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTA4MzMwMjg0.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Changing_of_the_Guards
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2246410/Sikh-soldier-makes-history-guards-Buckingham-Palace-wearing-turban-instead-traditional-bearskin.html
#changes #lyrics #journey #life #reflection #wisdom #religion
Sixteen banners united over the fields (over the fields)
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men (desperate men) desperate women divided
Spreading their wings ’neath the falling leaves
Fortune calls (fortune calls)
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace (marketplace)
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down (last deal gone down)
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born (where she was born)
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower
The cold-blooded moon (cold blooded moon)
The captain waiting above the celebration
Sending his thoughts (sending his thoughts) to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face (ebony face) is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head (shaved her head)
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived (messenger arrived) with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs (seen her on the stairs) and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet (stumbled to my feet)
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending ’neath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests (renegade priests) and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you
The palace of mirrors (palace of mirrors)
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road (endless road) and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms (empty rooms) where her memory is protected
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up (wakes him up)
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains (broken chains) mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She’s begging to know (begging to know) what measures he now will be taking
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said (gentlemen he said)
I don’t need your organization, I've shined your shoes (shined your shoes)
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning (Eden is burning) either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come (peace will come)
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire (wheels of fire)
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall (false idols fall)
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsgHi_DvmM8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oncL-vBoDs
http://vimeo.com/34964914
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTA4MzMwMjg0.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Changing_of_the_Guards
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2246410/Sikh-soldier-makes-history-guards-Buckingham-Palace-wearing-turban-instead-traditional-bearskin.html
#changes #lyrics #journey #life #reflection #wisdom #religion
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