Letras:
Theatre Of Tragedy Storm

: Echoes that somehow Can surround us Can resound through stillness Like thoughts of shifting this balance Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases

: Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling

: This interference's shifting A soft accent cascading A second glimpse of falling TVs Draws me in too easily Some kind of nonchalance Contains my will

: Silky tidal waves In the midst of summer Trap door of our house Sliding up and down Days of childhood gleam Do you still remember? Nowhere have I seen

: [Bonus track] Always the young one Walks along the newly interred course Mindful of what he is and has become Somehow, we all admire Somewhy, that

: It's blurring out of sight The faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanades Fluid and vanishing Dissolving, hiding things In your room, after

: Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling

: Ever wonder about which words were said? Watch slow moving pictures pass instead I disassembled what was mundane Looking for what's left and does remain

Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling