: Making impossible to catch The horizon of vanished diseases Don't look behind Remembering Into the picture of the Grate Cause You drowned the convention
every single night i think it's almost over almost over, almost over every single night i think it's almost over uhh, the mess we're in every single
Something held me down it made me make a promise That I wouldn?t tell if the truth forgets about us Saying it now comes easily After finding out how you
you used to say i had what it takes i think i did if you meant to little to late by the looks that im getting i made some big mistakes and i thought you
Almost was good enough (once). It's been hard doing anything Winter's stuck around so long I kept trying anyhow and I'm still trying now Just to keep
Errors Of Redimensioning Making impossible to catch The horizon of vanished diseases Don't look behind Remembering Into the picture of the Grate Cause
Such is a seldom seed planted far from the sun I'm full of hope, she's not yet gone Roll up your sleeves so that I might see Your angles and errors,
This 'Bible' of Errors, Call the stretcher bearers. Some people believed, Their souls it has thieved. Mocking them with it's laugh, They're the sacrificial
A final departure - from this world we know a race lost in a dreamworld weA've reaped the seeds weA've sown One fatal error - of the human race weA're
that day, Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray. Looked at myself, and all that I could say Was,"I think I see the errors of my way". There
I built my home on an Indian burial ground. I wake up in the night, I'm thinking holy shite. I built my home on an Indian burial ground. Where did you
t know what day it was that day, Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray. Looked at myself, and all that I could say Was,"I think I see the errors
Making impossible to catch The horizon of vanished diseases Don't look behind Remembering Into the picture of the Grate Cause You drowned the convention
Such is a seldom seed, planted far from the sun And full of hope, she's not yet gone Well lift your sleeves So bare they might see Your angles and errors
Tradução: AEHoF. Biblia de los errores.
Tradução: Wishbone Ash. Los errores de mi camino.
Tradução: Wishbone Ash. Los errores de mis maneras.
