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Versuri Lines in the sand
- Dream Theater

trimise de DecemberDecember.

So

metimes.

For a moment of bliss.

In the passion.

We're craving.

There's a message we miss.

Sometimes when.

The spirit's 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.

(Swept away with the tide).

Through the holes in my hands.

(Through the holes in my hands).

Crown of thorns at my side.

(Crown of thorns.

At my side ye ye yeah).

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.

(Swept away with the tide).

Through the holes in my hands.

(Through the holes in my hands yeah).

Crown of thorns at my side.

(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.

Sometimes.

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.

(Swept away with tide yeeah).

Through the holes in my hands.

(Through the holes.

Holes in my hands).

Crown of thorns at my side.

(Crown of thorns at my side yeah).

Drawing lines in the sand