I ponder over parallel being Remnants of a man worth his salt, a shadow from the North Once I spent some thousand days out at sea with my love, hopelessly devoted to the tides
To and fro, a dance of brittle bones, old as the skies I wonder how could I break on you now? I’d lived in al directions, unfazed through deception
Shadow North, you’ve thrown me off course No stars for guidance in absence of light and I wonder why I couldn’t stop pretending by the riverside And the river ran dry
Gently blowing my way (and the faultline shifting) Shift to silence Storm of the I Thunderous crashing waves (they rise and they fall) fall on deaf ears The turning of the tides is a rush of blood away (and edging ever closer) and raising new questions Fury upon me Wasted enmity (stand tall ‘till I’m frozen to the core) Frozen to the core
I’m falling prey to solemn waves Carry me away to unsettling horizons
Hold on for dear life, for the storm in my eyes is growing cold Hold fast as I tear at the marrow Bite down as I tear into the fabric of life So cold in the eye of the storm So cold here in the storm of the ITeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
