Old Man: My heart is a ponderer My soul is a wanderer To touch, to be To feel, to see The edge of the knife The difference is human Is life
Spirit: Now that you're close to the key, tell me Would you halt and send the called away?
Old Man: All my memories of life canʼt die All my memories of truth can’t lie And my memories of trust deny That to know is to see
Hear the pulse of my veins at night Let my will and my thoughts ignite Why should I seek the truth in light When the truth is in me
Choir: Tide is turning No more yearning!
Old Man: All my memories of hope All my memories of youth All my memories of cheer All my memories of truth All my memories of fear All my memories of trust All my memories of lust
Spirit: Never, ever will you see I will know what you will be
It is all a matter of knowing When the wind is sprung up and blowing When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming Itʼs a matter of knowing
There is so much reason to wonder So much reason to wonder There is so much reason to wonder So much reason to ask
Old Man: Stop your fraud! Let it be Stop your lies! Your deceit! Let it be Your disguise And I thank God I ripped off your mask!
Spirit: Then, pitiful human You won’t spy the forces inside And, thank your acumen You will die, as many have died Now, pitiful human Say goodbye
Never, ever will you see I will know what you will be
You will weep, you will cry You will be, you will stay Ever blinded You will weep, you will cry You will be, you will stay Just a Man
You will weep, you will cry You will be, you will stay Ever blinded You will weep, you will cry You will be, you will stay Just a Man
You will turn into dust And so it ends You will turn into dust And so it ends
Old Man: All my memories of faith All my memories of strife All my memories of hope All my memories of life Show itʼs true What I always knew:
My heart is a ponderer My soul is a wanderer My heart is a ponderer Its the edge of the knife The difference is life
My heart is a ponderer My soul is a wanderer Its the edge of the knife The difference is life
All my memory of joy is her All my memory of sense is her All my memory of life is her So Im wondering How could I trade Whom I love…?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
