The Flower Kings - Solitary Shell lyrics

Shiny minstrels of a worn out time Look down upon you and me They sing the praise of a time long gone When freedom meant more than life Kings would hold on to all God's given The sword and armour bright Ground would shake below his feet The day of the freedom call And it's all in the way that every king must fall And it's all in the way that all good men must go King is afraid to lose the grip He's tired and not so well He'll walk all night on shaky ground And dine with the dogs of hell A single whisper will crack the wall A song is a wrecking ball Lost in the vortex of friend and foe A solitaire in his home And it's all in the way that every king must fall And it's all in the way all good men must go