The practise of harmony Is a delicate thing The tension preceding The bow and the string
It's just how you phrase it It's not what you mean The art of precision Will keep your cuts clean
Until the day You're faced with a beast That no one can tame Until the day You're caught in a storm Of what you became
Then, virtues and creed Scatter like pearls from a chain A chain Blood on the ground Washing away with the rain The rain Away with the rain
Peace of mind Is a balancing act Convenience dictates What you add and subtract
A transient construct Believe and deny All truth is simple Is that not doubly a lie?
Until the day You're faced with a beast That no one can tame Until the day You're caught in a storm Of what you became
Virtues and creed Scatter like pearls from a chain A chain Blood on the ground Washing away with the rain The rain Away with the rain
The practise of harmony Is a delicate thing The tension preceding The bow and the string
It's just how you phrase it It's not what you mean Is that not doubly a lie?
Virtues and creed Scatter like pearls from a chain A chain Blood on the ground Washing away with the rain Falling, falling, fallingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
