Seven

(альбом: Diary - 1994)

Sew it on
Face the fool

December's tragic drive
When time is poetry
And stolen the world outside
The waiting could crush my heart

Sew it on
Face the fool

The tide breaks a wave of fear
And brave songs disappear
The secret voice of dawn
This last time raise my eyes

You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time
You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time
You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time
You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time

The right words
In time
The right words

Sew it on
Face the fool

The mirrors lie those aren't my eyes
Destroy them raise my hand
Reflected in savage shards
A new face, a soul reborn

You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time
You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time
You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time
You'll taste it, you'll taste it
In time

The right words
In time
The right words