grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep
of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep
out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep
Tradução: Porcupine Tree. Sueño de no soñar.
Tradução: Porcupine Tree. El sueño de no soñar.