| Song | The Difference Is Human |
| Artist | Beyond The Bridge |
| Album | The Old Man & The Spirit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Old Man: | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| To touch, to be | |
| To feel, to see | |
| The edge of the knife | |
| The difference is human | |
| Is life | |
| Spirit: | |
| Now that your’e close to the key, tell me | |
| Would you halt and send the called away? | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of life canʼt die | |
| All my memories of truth can’t lie | |
| And my memories of trust deny | |
| That to know is to see | |
| Hear the pulse of my veins at night | |
| Let my will and my thoughts ignite | |
| Why should I seek the truth in light | |
| When the truth is in me | |
| Choir: | |
| Tide is turning | |
| No more yearning! | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of hope | |
| All my memories of youth | |
| All my memories of cheer | |
| All my memories of truth | |
| All my memories of fear | |
| All my memories of trust | |
| All my memories of lust | |
| Spirit: | |
| Never, ever will you see | |
| I will know what you will be | |
| It is all a matter of knowing | |
| When the wind is sprung up and blowing | |
| When the sky is gleaming | |
| Rivers streaming | |
| Itʼs a matter of knowing | |
| There is so much reason to wonder | |
| So much reason to wonder | |
| There is so much reason to wonder | |
| So much reason to ask | |
| Old Man: | |
| Stop your fraud! Let it be | |
| Stop your lies! | |
| Your deceit! Let it be | |
| Your disguise | |
| And I thank God I ripped off your mask! | |
| Spirit: | |
| Then, pitiful human | |
| You won’t spy the forces inside | |
| And, thank your acumen | |
| You will die, as many have died | |
| Now, pitiful human | |
| Say goodbye | |
| Never, ever will you see | |
| I will know what you will be | |
| You will weep, you will cry | |
| You will be, you will stay | |
| Ever blinded | |
| You will weep, you will cry | |
| You will be, you will stay | |
| Just a Man | |
| You will turn into dust | |
| And so it ends | |
| You will turn into dust | |
| And so it ends | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of faith | |
| All my memories of strife | |
| All my memories of hope | |
| All my memories of life | |
| Show itʼs true | |
| What I always knew: | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| Its the edge of the knife | |
| The difference is life | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| Its the edge of the knife | |
| The difference is life | |
| All my memory of joy is her | |
| All my memory of sense is her | |
| All my memory of life is her | |
| So Im wondering | |
| How could I trade | |
| Whom I love…? |
| Old Man: | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| To touch, to be | |
| To feel, to see | |
| The edge of the knife | |
| The difference is human | |
| Is life | |
| Spirit: | |
| Now that your' e close to the key, tell me | |
| Would you halt and send the called away? | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of life can t die | |
| All my memories of truth can' t lie | |
| And my memories of trust deny | |
| That to know is to see | |
| Hear the pulse of my veins at night | |
| Let my will and my thoughts ignite | |
| Why should I seek the truth in light | |
| When the truth is in me | |
| Choir: | |
| Tide is turning | |
| No more yearning! | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of hope | |
| All my memories of youth | |
| All my memories of cheer | |
| All my memories of truth | |
| All my memories of fear | |
| All my memories of trust | |
| All my memories of lust | |
| Spirit: | |
| Never, ever will you see | |
| I will know what you will be | |
| It is all a matter of knowing | |
| When the wind is sprung up and blowing | |
| When the sky is gleaming | |
| Rivers streaming | |
| It s a matter of knowing | |
| There is so much reason to wonder | |
| So much reason to wonder | |
| There is so much reason to wonder | |
| So much reason to ask | |
| Old Man: | |
| Stop your fraud! Let it be | |
| Stop your lies! | |
| Your deceit! Let it be | |
| Your disguise | |
| And I thank God I ripped off your mask! | |
| Spirit: | |
| Then, pitiful human | |
| You won' t spy the forces inside | |
| And, thank your acumen | |
| You will die, as many have died | |
| Now, pitiful human | |
| Say goodbye | |
| Never, ever will you see | |
| I will know what you will be | |
| You will weep, you will cry | |
| You will be, you will stay | |
| Ever blinded | |
| You will weep, you will cry | |
| You will be, you will stay | |
| Just a Man | |
| You will turn into dust | |
| And so it ends | |
| You will turn into dust | |
| And so it ends | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of faith | |
| All my memories of strife | |
| All my memories of hope | |
| All my memories of life | |
| Show it s true | |
| What I always knew: | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| Its the edge of the knife | |
| The difference is life | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| Its the edge of the knife | |
| The difference is life | |
| All my memory of joy is her | |
| All my memory of sense is her | |
| All my memory of life is her | |
| So Im wondering | |
| How could I trade | |
| Whom I love? |
| Old Man: | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| To touch, to be | |
| To feel, to see | |
| The edge of the knife | |
| The difference is human | |
| Is life | |
| Spirit: | |
| Now that your' e close to the key, tell me | |
| Would you halt and send the called away? | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of life can t die | |
| All my memories of truth can' t lie | |
| And my memories of trust deny | |
| That to know is to see | |
| Hear the pulse of my veins at night | |
| Let my will and my thoughts ignite | |
| Why should I seek the truth in light | |
| When the truth is in me | |
| Choir: | |
| Tide is turning | |
| No more yearning! | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of hope | |
| All my memories of youth | |
| All my memories of cheer | |
| All my memories of truth | |
| All my memories of fear | |
| All my memories of trust | |
| All my memories of lust | |
| Spirit: | |
| Never, ever will you see | |
| I will know what you will be | |
| It is all a matter of knowing | |
| When the wind is sprung up and blowing | |
| When the sky is gleaming | |
| Rivers streaming | |
| It s a matter of knowing | |
| There is so much reason to wonder | |
| So much reason to wonder | |
| There is so much reason to wonder | |
| So much reason to ask | |
| Old Man: | |
| Stop your fraud! Let it be | |
| Stop your lies! | |
| Your deceit! Let it be | |
| Your disguise | |
| And I thank God I ripped off your mask! | |
| Spirit: | |
| Then, pitiful human | |
| You won' t spy the forces inside | |
| And, thank your acumen | |
| You will die, as many have died | |
| Now, pitiful human | |
| Say goodbye | |
| Never, ever will you see | |
| I will know what you will be | |
| You will weep, you will cry | |
| You will be, you will stay | |
| Ever blinded | |
| You will weep, you will cry | |
| You will be, you will stay | |
| Just a Man | |
| You will turn into dust | |
| And so it ends | |
| You will turn into dust | |
| And so it ends | |
| Old Man: | |
| All my memories of faith | |
| All my memories of strife | |
| All my memories of hope | |
| All my memories of life | |
| Show it s true | |
| What I always knew: | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| Its the edge of the knife | |
| The difference is life | |
| My heart is a ponderer | |
| My soul is a wanderer | |
| Its the edge of the knife | |
| The difference is life | |
| All my memory of joy is her | |
| All my memory of sense is her | |
| All my memory of life is her | |
| So Im wondering | |
| How could I trade | |
| Whom I love? |