Ockham's Razor — Ten Thousand Miles To Bedlam lyrics

Lyrics

You, you spark the fire of invention
You, you sow the seeds of dissension
All around the world tonight
Guided by your lantern’s light
You will see your dreams to fruition
To see you ten thousand miles I’d journey
Sustained on souls from the spits a-turning
Ten thousand miles I’d walk each way
Turn my face from the light of day
To see Lucifer’s angels burning
The bag that I carry is breaking my back
I’ve gone from abundance to find what I lack
I’ll walk from forever to Bedlam and back
I’ll walk ten thousand miles to Bedlam
I would walk my bones to a powder
And find I’d howl my stories louder
Perhaps I’m Maudelyn on her dirty toes
A storm in a teacup that overflows
And yes, I’m burnt into your dreams again
The bag that I carry is breaking my back
I’ve gone from abundance to find what I lack
I’ll walk from forever to Bedlam and back
I’ll walk ten thousand miles to Bedlam
You prepare to stake your claim
On the night, bearing the Mark of Cain
Gabriel, Michael, Uriel
No angel came but Raphael
And yes into your arms I’m slain
Hence bag that I carry is breaking my back
I’ve gone from abundance to find what I lack
I’ll walk from forever to Bedlam and back
I’ll walk ten thousand miles to Bedlam
Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night
Or fear the dangers of the day
Nor dread the plague that stokes in darknes
Nor the disasters that strike at midday
Though ten thousnad fall at your side
Or ten thousend are dying around you
These evils cannot touch you
Just open your eyes
Road reaches up Road stretches on Road reaches up Road stretches on Road reaches up Road stretches on Road reaches up Road stretches on Road reaches up And the road stretches on We are riding and riding on Road reaches up And the road stretches on Your lantern will guide me on Where’s Tom of Bedlam when you need him?
When you wake from your dreams with a wolf at the door
He’ll be reaching out with alms for the poor
Will you take my hand and I’ll lead you a dance
Through London, Belfast, La Lune, and France
And I’ll be reaching out
For to meet Mad Tom of Bedlam.