The Kirk (1997) You carry my name at the Fit O' The Toun, your door lies open still and you'll never give up till I kneel on your floor and tho' I never will Oh the echo remains from my parents belief - I turn from the sea to hear through air that is rich in Smokies and haar, the bell that seeks my ear Oh, that simple message, white lies through the years should have died from disenchantment, washed away in tears but I don't care, no I don't care, you were good for me I remember the book, the text we learned kept our lives on track When I found the truth, the wound was deep but you knew I'd be back So I climb this rock and when I fall you never shout the word For you know the myth grows wild in me God knows it's absurd Oh, that simple message, white lies through the years....

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