Midlake
The Horn
I wear the wrongs of the common manLying far from everyone and far from restLords of song who play for kingsWill play for servants and those they meetWith joyful mastery for those who have earsSo blow the horn, the horn for common menNot to end, fill the airLong the rains have poured upon menWith cruel unsteady minds I am oneLeave the worried souls with fewer thingsMake the evening rise through theTrouble and the fearForever sounds the horn for all to hearI wear the reins of the common manBeing led from mother's arm towards the endDance you fools under the sunWhile laughter grows and everyoneShares in the same thing I mean to join youSo blow the horn, the horn for common menNot to end, fill the airLong the rains have poured upon menWith cruel unsteady minds I am oneLeave the worried souls with fewer thingsMake the evening rise through theTrouble and the fearForever sounds the horn for all to hearForever sounds the horn for all to hear
From Letras Mania