We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, it's a hard sensibility but we'll see it through in time but when words come between us Noiseless in the air
All through a life And through the lives that came before The ties that bind to blind Of those that came before I'm looking back And in looking back
I want to talk, like I'm talking to myself I want to reach, yeah I could be someone else And when a touch, When a touch becomes to much You know, I could
Cruelty is the better part of your honesty And when you're so direct its just for yourself to protect And if I started crying, would you start crying
Caught in time so far away from where our hearts really wanted to be - Reaching out to find a way to get back to where we'd been - And if summer left
I?ve had days of end on end Where nothing changed cause nothing began. Restless movement in an empty room, Gathering shadows of a darkened blue. And
I?I believed?memory might mirror no reflections on me, I?I believed?that in forgetting I might set myself free. But I woke up this morning with a piece
Time heals all wounds they say But the self inflicted won't just fade away And in these shifting tides of blame why are you suprised to see your name
I read somewhere that every wall's a door to something new Well if that's true-why can't i get through? Cause I'm not who I thought I was And I can'
Sometimes it's not the giving When what's given is gone and for free But in taking what it took from me And I'm not living In someone else's eyes I am
Only a couple more days until I'm numb again. Wish me luck and light this fuse. I never said this wasn't a work in progress. Well, what am I supposed
I was locked all day, in the summer heat, in a small brown house, in suburban street, with a skateboard and my shit guitar, i'd dream all day that
Summer's gone, the years have past My friends did change, a few did last Smallest dream, pushed a side The largest one that changes my life
I was locked all day in the summer heat, In a small brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I'd dream all day that they
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