Intro. (Acoustic Guitar) I have wasted ten years in a (flind **) blind-fold Ten-fold more than I've invested now in sight I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl Losing the reflection of a fight
But like a compass seeking north There lives in me a still sure spirit part Clouds of doubt are cut asunder By the lightning and the thunder Shining from the compass of my heart
I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing And only known the dark because of that I have seized death's door-handle Like a fish out of the water Waiting, waiting for the mercy of the cat
But like a compass seeking north There lives in me a still sure spirit part Clouds of doubt are cut asunder By the lightning and the thunder Shining from the compass of my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
