to hurt in and out of reach in a silent alert Lily was sixteen when the sun in her heart stopped to shine mirror-balls and dreams hide the tears in
if you could see where the diamonds grow or turn a stone to gold if you could heal an abandoned soul would your word be sold? if you could sing with
today the dawn has come to tell a tale of fortune traders they came from far beyond the waves the other night they spoke the curse and put their masquerade
melt the snow in my lies melt the magic in my eyes what I m searching for what I m living for ... I forgot...
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we are children of the sun we are children of the rain pale and wonderful and wild we are children of the rain we are children of the sun we are children
sometimes I wish it would never end sometimes I wish I couldn't care sometimes I feel like I'd never see you again take a walk on an autumn night inhale
a summer dawn, this red familiar strain a rusty nail cracked in a wall unreal the scene to leave with the morning train while in crowds of grey you walk
fading oils of drying lakes Spit me out my name, drown it all in tidal rage paint it all the same, colours meld to indifferent grey wash my tears away
cannot feel you would you join my starfish ride for a 6 1 7 and 49 still I cannot feel you: cannot see behind your smile no tears, no more cries
Seven Tears are flowing to the river And six of 'em are mine: Und ich kostete den fremden Saft, Der sich mit meinigem vermengte, Um zu deuten in ihm jene
Fear for the morning of a life in dream parade Tears fall tomorrow, in autumn sun brigade Fear... Pain... And the ever falling rain Pray for the dawn
Pandemonium, For the pain that's yet to come. Fear will lead you, To the outside of the storm. Sanctimonium, For the flood is yet to come. Pain will guard
Cross me, Possess me, Cause failure is my name. Guard me, Protect me, And out of the dark comes the pain. Trust me, Inhale me, Rejection is the game
Come down, my child, Take me to the core of the flame. The world denied, Poisoned by the turn of the game. One early morning, I woke, and sorrow gave
, And the serpents are born. And we thought Jesus felt regret... Break down, my friend, Awake when Morpheus calls. In trance, we await the end, To tear
Down in the city lights of God, No more the circle turns to break, And in our moral lies we yearn to relate... For all the beauty that you're not, And
Fallen we are, Pale horizon, Meet me when the waters gain. Out in the dark, Fear of the night, So constantly afraid. Sunken we are, Storm arising, Leave