Lines In The Sand
(专辑: Falling Into Infinity - 1997)
Sometimes, for a
moment of bliss And the
passion, we're craving There's a
message we miss Sometimes when the
spirits left alone We must believe in something To find if we've grown Tragic reflex, shattered calm Static progress, senses gone Numb awareness, final psalm Swept away with the
tide Through the
holes in my hands Crown of thorns at my side Drawing lines in the
sand Sometimes, if you're perfectly still You can hear the
virgin weeping For the
savior of your will Sometimes, your castles in the
air And the
fantasies you're seeking Are the
crosses you bear Sacred conflict, blessed prize Weeping crosses, stainless eyes Desperate addict, faith disguised Swept away with the
tide Through the
holes in my hands Crown of thorns at my side Drawing lines in the
sand We fabricate our demons Invite them into our homes Have supper with the
aliens And fight the
war alone We conjure up our skeletons Enlist the
den of thieves Frightened from our closets Then sewn upon our sleeves In the
stream of consciousness There is a
river crying Living comes much easier Once we admit we're dying Sometimes, in the
wreckage of our wake There's a
bitterness we harbor And hate for hatred's sake Sometime we dig an early grave And crucify our instincts For the
hope we couldn't save Sometimes a
view from sinless eyes Centers our perspective And pacifies our cries Sometimes the
anguish we survive And the
mysteries we nurture Are the
fabrics of our lives Swept away with the
tide Through the
holes in my hands Crown of thorns at my side Drawing lines in the
sand