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- wykonawca: 38th Parallel
- album: Turn the Tides
The blow?©? been dealt and taken its toll Listless I stumble like a drunk in the cold Questioning foundations of a hope I took for granted I feel my soul choked by the rope of a slanted view of reality (So it seems) maybe I?©?e been living in some childish day dream As not but dust in motion, an insignificant drop in an endless ocean Chorus So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes I want to see you, and every fiber of my being is longing for you Cut off at the knees, gasping for breath Grieving for my hope as it totters on the brink of death Watching the sun fade and run down As my ears go deaf to the ancient and thundering sound of creations singing I?©? clinging so tight to my questions I can?©° hear its chorus ringing Like some perpetual dancer I?©? running and spinning in search of the answers Chorus In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain The wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
- album: Turn the Tides
The blow?©? been dealt and taken its toll Listless I stumble like a drunk in the cold Questioning foundations of a hope I took for granted I feel my soul choked by the rope of a slanted view of reality (So it seems) maybe I?©?e been living in some childish day dream As not but dust in motion, an insignificant drop in an endless ocean Chorus So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes I want to see you, and every fiber of my being is longing for you Cut off at the knees, gasping for breath Grieving for my hope as it totters on the brink of death Watching the sun fade and run down As my ears go deaf to the ancient and thundering sound of creations singing I?©? clinging so tight to my questions I can?©° hear its chorus ringing Like some perpetual dancer I?©? running and spinning in search of the answers Chorus In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain The wind breathes one name, star shines one fame