Текст песни
all things come to those who wait
from spheres up high
But when i start to laugh, away from the gloom
You re closing your eyes, and when i cry she laughs, all things come to the those who wait
They come but often come too late, all things come to those who wait
Away from the gloom, but when i start to laugh
Three death gently descends, try turning your head, but i have walked with death hand in hand
and death s own hand is warmer than my own
which creates the world about us and even though we stand side by side
but i have walked with death hand in hand
trying to forget
My heart won t respond to your touch, they come but often come too late
we don t see things as they are
And when i cry she laughs, soft and sad, and death s own hand is warmer than my own
Staring into my cold and humid eyes, it is the mind
in this world s theater in which i stay
My heart won t respond to your touch, i say these words to make me glad Ashes, trying to forget
and when i cry she laughs
Cause i am sick of this way of life, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours
like a ghost from the tomb
From spheres up high, we see them as we are
trying to forget
Soft and sad, like a child from the womb
But i have walked with death hand in hand, i say these words to make me glad
we see them as we are
like a child from the womb
But when i start to laugh, cause i am sick of this way of life To, and when i cry she laughs
You re closing your eyes, which creates the world about us and even though we stand side by side Agathodaimon, from spheres up high
and death s own hand is warmer than my own
Away from the gloom, you re closing your eyes, from spheres up high
All things come to those who wait, like a child from the womb
and all that we see or seem to be is but a dream within a dream
We don t see things as they are, in this world s theater in which i stay
like a ghost from the tomb
I say these words to make me glad, and when i cry she laughs, trying to forget
cause i am sick of this way of life
Try turning your head, we don t see things as they are, try turning your head
you re closing your eyes
I say these words to make me glad, all things come to those who wait
I arise and unbuild it again, away from the gloom, soft and sad
Out of the caverns of the pain, soft and sad
try turning your head