Go On - The Murder of My Sweet

Plant a seed in winter

Watch it slowly grow

Even though they say it shouldn’t bloom

See beyond horizons

Dare to cross the sea

Do not fear the power of your dreams

Unafraid of what may come tomorrow

To the rhythm of my drum I follow

Poor’s the man who doesn’t climb the mountain top

I must go on, go on

Always push on, push on

If you measure success in gold

Then you have lost

One who’s bound to wander

Finds himself as free

Life is never what they say it should be

From an endless slumber

Awaken suddenly

When the moon’s ascending

So are we

Unafraid of what may come tomorrow

To the rhythm of my drum I follow

Poor’s the man who doesn’t climb the mountain top

I must go on, go on

Always push on, push on

If you measure success in gold

Then you have lost

Everybody’s a butterfly

Until the season comes to change

But I can’t see no reason why the story has to end

Unafraid of what may come tomorrow

To the rhythm of my drum I follow

Poor’s the man who doesn’t climb the mountain top

I must go on, go on

Always push on, push on

If you measure success in gold

Then you have lost

It’s like breaking through a wall

Seeing clearly once it’s gone

An epiphany one can’t descibe

It makes me just want more