You’re just a statue in the sand,
Don’t got a hand to hold for me to lead you home.
You used to be a king of kings,
But now your crown is down there, all alone,
Turned to stone.
So put away the notion of who you are
Cause that old you is far gone
And once you’ve gotten it through your stone head,
That you’re dead, then we can move on
Oh, it’s not space but time that separates you,
Generations back is where you belong
They used to sing of your grace and rhyme,
That your reign would be blessed and long
Don’t try to save face, your face is broken
Into pieces in the sand
But if you show a trace of penitence,
I’ll help you find that long forgotten land
Oh Ozymandias, I’ll lead you home
Do you remember former times,
when rulers cried and shook in fear when they heard your name?
But the wind and rain, it took their place,
And your weathered face shows nothing more than shame.
So put away the notion of who you are
Cause that old you is far gone
And once you’ve gotten it through your stone head,
That you’re dead, then we can move on
Oh, it’s not space but time that separates you,
Generations back is where you belong
They used to sing of your grace and rhyme,
That your reign would be blessed and long
Don’t try to save face, your face is broken
Into pieces in the sand
But if you show a trace of penitence,
I’ll help you find that long forgotten land
Oh, it’s not space but time that separates you,
Generations back is where you belong
They used to sing of your grace and rhyme,
That your reign would be blessed and long
Don’t try to save face, your face is broken
Into pieces in the sand
But if you show a trace of penitence,
I’ll help you find that long forgotten land
Oh Ozymandias, I’ll lead you ho – o – ome
Oh Ozymandias, I’ll lead you ho – o – ome
Oh Ozymandias, I’ll lead you home
A new record from Sondre Lerche is packed full of big hooks, bigger feelings, and twinkly instrumentation more minimalist than baroque. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2020