Beyond the Mist - Yutaka Yamada

Don't, don't you ask me when i'm home again Don't, don't you worry when I go absent Don't you worry when I'm heartless, baby I'll explain it when I'm conscious, baby Please don't ask me if I'm honest, baby 'Cause you know that, you know I'll just Lie, lie, lie again Just want you to ride, ride, ride again You know I'll just lie, lie, lie again Just want you to ride, ride, ride again Your touch on me You know I'd be lying if I didn't say That I miss your touch on me You want me 'cause I want you too Just don't be fun, don't be a fool You like me 'cause I break the rules I talk so good but not the truth And I could never, baby, tell the truth to you To you Don't, don't you ask me when I'm home again Don't, don't you worry when I go absent Don't you worry when I'm heartless, baby I'll explain it when I'm conscious, baby Please don't ask me if I'm honest, baby 'Cause you know that, you know I'll just Lie, lie, lie again Just want you to ride, ride, ride again You know I'll just lie, lie, lie again Just want you to ride, ride, ride again Don't, don't you ask me when I'm home again Don't, don't you worry when I go absent Don't you worry when I'm heartless, baby I'll explain it when I'm conscious, baby Please don't ask me if I'm honest, baby

Riding through the mist with a blunt in my hand Feeling way better than I ever been I want to switch lanes for better path Now I see clearly what I am Riding through the mist with a blunt in my hand Feeling way better than I ever been I want to switch lanes for better path Now I see clearly what I am I was going through the emotions And I didn't see no change at all Then I saw death approaching Me but I said I won't fall Today, no, it is not my day Today, no, it is not my day I won't go today Today, no, it is not my day Today, no, it is not my day I won't go today Riding through the mist with a blunt in my hand Feeling way better than I ever been I want to switch lanes for better path Now I see clearly what I am Riding through the mist with a blunt in my hand Feeling way better than I ever been I want to switch lanes for better path Now I see clearly what I am I was going through the emotions And I didn't see no change at all Then I saw death approaching Me but I said I won't fall Today, no, it is not my day Today, no, it is not my day I won't go today Today, no, it is not my day Today, no, it is not my day I won't go today

About a gunshot away there's a place that I long to be - Tippin' bottles with me old cock. When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay - One middle finger to the landlocked. From the first time boatin' or there's not too much I can recall. I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered. I decided then and there that I'd return, even if I had to crawl. Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered. It's a long ride home, but it's always my destination. It's a long ride home. If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don't think I will give a damn As long as I'm surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland. So here's to Newfoundland. I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin' off the plane. It'd been a long, hard, vapid winter. Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain, They weren't there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island. So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep. Slept in the back room until the India showed up. When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet. We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders. I think it bears repeating I think it bears repeating I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under. We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed. It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land