Still a slave to the night time demons Still captured by their spell Looking down into the vortex To the fires of a sleep-created Hell Down in the seething mass You see, though from afar... ... Your one last chance
All's not fair in sleep and war When you're on the losing side Plced in battle by your own mindset And no-one hears your tortured cries But through the battle lines... You see, though from afar, That one defining point of light That shows who you are
This sleep is not what it seems! But it's bearing down on me, Tearing out of me, Until the daylight comes around.
And this is not the end of the world Although you sure can see it from here Nights and terrors blend into blackness Random thoughts displaced by fears Called form somewhere In the back of some lost mind Comes the drive, the motivation, In the daylight, dreams are blind
III) THE MIDNIGHT WATERSHED (Roine-guitar, Sam-piano, Andy-organ & synth)
IV) IN DARK DREAMS (Jonas-bass, Andy-vocal)
Believe it or not, I've been there too, I've walked the same precipice as you, And I've looked down... On the darkest dreams - cacophonous sounds, Does it somestimes feel like you'll never find the ground? Still you can't hear me...
Believe it or not, I've walked your way, I've walked the tightrope that traverses night and day And I've looked down... Lost myself on the spiralling ground You're clinging on, in whirling blindness, And I'm just nowhere to be found
If I could be your teacher, Your guide to what is out there In the dar dreams of you rlife Just reach out for a brother, Or claim your all-time-lover As you hang there on your knife edge
v) THE HALF-LIGHT WATERSHED (Guy-acoustic instruments and synthetic cello)
vi) ON RETURNUNG (Guy vocal)
Believe it or not, bright lights turn grey, ... and the watersheds still join up the days, As we spin round in the chaos of time, ... and the chaos of space
vii) A SAX IN THE DARK (David-saxophones)
viii) NIGHT THERRORS (REPRISE) (Roine vocal)
Still a slave to the night time demons Still captured by their spell Looking down into the vortex To the fires of a sleep-created Hell With all your energies You see, though from afar... That one, great, true, point of light Tha day is who you are
This sleep is not what it seems! But it's bearing down on me, Tearing out of me, Until the daylight comes around.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
