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Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, Childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, Illusions darks blossoms have grown. Even now in furrows of sorrow The dance still is sung. My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past days And pathways since I was born. I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day. You and I are yesterday's answers, The earth of the past came to flesh, Eroded by Time's rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance, And mingle our stream and our times. In bright, infinite moments, Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. Doubles faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the bone Come forth, from love spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are yearning, For life to be. And the pain will (must) be gain, New life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate, Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death Death is life! |
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| 4:28 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 10:48 | 
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| 2:31 |
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| 3:43 |
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| 4:11 |
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Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, Childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, Illusions darks blossoms have grown. Even now in furrows of sorrow The dance still is sung. My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past days And pathways since I was born. I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day. You and I are yesterday's answers, The earth of the past came to flesh, Eroded by Time's rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance, And mingle our stream and our times. In bright, infinite moments, Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. Doubles faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the bone Come forth, from love spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are yearning, For life to be. And the pain will (must) be gain, New life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate, Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death Death is life! |
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| 3. |
| 3:47 |
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| 5:59 |
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| 24:50 |
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| 4:54 |
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| 10:37 |
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| 3:33 |
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| 5:17 |
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