: I will never understand it, It still hurts to think about it. Take these walls away from me, And let me leave this place, So I can finally be sane.
Stygian light When suddenly, the faintest whisper! A curtain opened in a painted vista Moonbeams swept into his dream... Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema
: In the moonlight In the moonlight's pale embrace We come to know the space between us The space between us Dreamlight Dreamlight comes in waves (the
: Needed time to clear my mind Breathe the free air find some peace there I used to keep my heart in jail But the choice was love or fear of pain and
: Only you can heal your life only you can heal inside, it must have been an angel who counted out the time yes it must have been an angel who raised
: One has to come to terms with one's own mortality. And you can't really help people who are having problems with mortality, if you've got problems
: I know it feel it flow I see it grow, I see you low Hello, too low...? I know to feel it more To feel it more, feel it more Than more... I feel it
: Think for yourself you know what you need in this life see for yourself and feel your soul come alive tonight here in moments we share, trembling between
: Love is free In time, in peace And now is here This life, this dream ... You know how it feels but... is it all in your mind? When you know how it
: [Instrumental]
: Feel free to comprehend what i see will never end it can't be now that life is gone its too real to overcome its too real its too real its too
: Above the clouds We flew to heaven Through the eye of the storm And into to the light I see you You're everywhere I go In everything I do I dreamed
: Are you there? is it wonderful to know all the ghosts... all the ghosts... freak my selfish out my mind is happy need to learn to let it go I know
: (Instrumental)
: Seems like you never really knew me seems like you never understood me seems like you never really knew how to feel but electricity it drew you
: Just freedom is only a hallucination that waits at the edge of the distant horizon and we are all strangers in global illusion wanting and needing
: And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are