So how old were you when you found out your life was over? I?m sorry to tell you like this, but it's true; the subtle knives are by far the worst. So,
from the ocean Dawn of love sent within us Colors of awakening among the many Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age As the links span our endless
Hey, arms of the ocean reach out for you Rusty pipes, can?t help calling for you too The brine is finer than wine but be careful not to drink too much
blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears To find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age It's difficult to gauge But I know
the primeval sin dogma Burning in ashes piece by piece Suicide is the best way to stay alive In the time of no time Age of mourning has come The conquest
blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know
face we will embrace the perfect year. (SHE kisses him lightly as the number comes to an end. Then, as the orchestra strikes up the next piece, THEY
that I may glimpse things yet unseen, a world not grey - but evergreen... And can you blame me - is it such a crime, to crave for one small piece of heaven
the image of a tree one's spirit can move through all living things and everything is evolving just as it should much in the way stars serious age
Hey! Arms of the ocean reach out for you! Rusty pipes Can?t help calling for you too! The brine is finer than wine, But be careful not to drink too much
I may glimpse things Yet unseen, A world not grey - But evergreen... And can you blame me - Is it such a crime, To crave for one small piece Of heaven
