Although you think I'm safe, I'm only killing time I'm slipping through the hourglass, destroying all that is mine A mind too tired to awaken, a soul too tired to feel Paintings of portraits And portraits of sanctums Where I can seek refuge and shelter for me Twisted emotions and self abused mind frames And I find myself searching through this primitive land As the daylight disappears, and the full moon takes its place I am by myself or so it seems Half asleep or half in a dream Watching shadows take their shape Paintings of portraits...
Beyond dark mountains, a pensive thought he spares You never turned away from me, until the end He's at the window waiting, the rising sun Shines on he's sorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
