Valley of the New
Give me a reason to be here.
Give me something to lose.
Sing me a riddle, and I'll dig you up an answer,
and I'll hold you till the sun comes shining through.
Till the sun comes shining through your little window,
far above the traffic noise and city gloom.
Locked away in a holy space of solitude and laughter.
If I die here there is something you must do.
March me down in a field of golden roses.
March me down to the tune of something blue.
Hang my hat on the side of yonder mountain.
Lay my heart in the valley of the new.
Last night I dreamed, my memory consumed me.
I dreamed of other worlds and loves I'd lose.
Pain was wrapping 'round my throat as the sunlight hit your window.
And you woke me with your loving hand, my noose.
March me down in a field of golden roses.
March me down to the tune of something blue.
Hang my hat on the side of yonder mountain.
Lay my heart In the valley of the new,
lay my heart down in the valley of the new.
Autor(es): Daniel Firth, Kenny Paul Mann, Shelly Kemp