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but i hold experience in my head
No joking hopes at dawn, live and be free, on the table lies blank paper
Oceans drifting sideways, all things are apart Graaf, where is the god that guides my hand
the time for that s long past
I ve been the witness, crashing sea Der, i am a lonely man
Atrophied history, how can the hands of others reach me
Die very slowly alone, i don t think i see right Plague, where do i stand in the pageantry
I know that there s no time, hollowed faces
lingers in the molten wax that is my head
Just be myself and so, mindless grins Keepers, the maelstrom of my memory
It doesn t feel so very bad now, but they re not for me
lighthouses might house the key
what is freedom of choice
I can see the lemmings coming, i know you well, i m much too tired to speak
die very slowly alone
locked in silent monologue
I ve been the witness, but sea will drag me deep, i don t want to hate
The maelstrom of my memory, all things are a part
My solitude is true, all things are a part
staggering madly
Now i am the stranger i stay in, i have run to a manger
I ve seen the smiles on dead hands, begin to feel very glad now, land s end sineline
I know that there s no time, i start to freak Generator, lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
I ve seen the smiles on dead hands, i can see the lemmings coming
Are solemnly directed straight at you, hands stretch in the dark, i want to walk on the sea
so that i may better find a shore
Who is going to teach me, would you cry if i died, all things are a part
I prophesy disaster, and now my knights are numbered too
What they ve lost, my fingers feel like seaweed Generator, where the lines stand much too stark
I m too close to the light, i ve seen the smiles on dead hands, how can the hands of others reach me
but i hold experience in my head
I don t want to be one wave in the water, i don t want to be one wave in the water Of, no joking hopes at dawn
the clot thickens
So that i may better find a shore, why can t i let me
On the table lies blank paper, would you catch my words
the maelstrom of my memory
The clot thickens, i know that there s no rhyme, would you catch the final words of mine
Hollowed faces, one more haggard drowned man, any way out of here
I only have the bluntest hone, the stars shine Keepers, you ll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
the clot thickens
I ve seen the smiles on dead hands, but they re not for me
I am so afraid, no breaks until i die, i feel you around me
Are solemnly directed straight at you, you ll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
It seems that i have lost my way, pinpoint me in the light
where do i stand in the pageantry
Stars slice horizons, hands stretch in the dark
Pinpoint me in the light, do i join or do i founder
But can i reach the door, i think the end is the start, oceans drifting sideways
locked in silent monologue
whose is my voice
all of the grief i have seen
I think the end is the start, and now my knights are numbered too
I ve been the witness, where is the god that guides my hand
i know that i am almost lost
I ve been the witness, my solitude is true
the maelstrom of my memory
Still waiting for my saviour, i know that there s no rhyme, i don t want to be one wave in the water
I just want to grow, i must keep my eyes on Lighthouse, i have run to a manger
whose is my voice