When we have used all of our mistakes When we have lost the faith on ourselves
How deep is the darkness How frail is your mind Are you far or close to your dreams?
Watery-eyed and broken in a life of decay
Do you think you are free?
Living to wither We cut ourselves to fit into the world's grey machine
Gathering memories Frail evidence Falling pieces Oblique fragments Traces of a purpose
Our voices echo the shattered freedom Do you hear these words I say
Flying through the mouth Burning through the head Set fire into your soul and never let go
Do you see them Do you hear them These words moving through the air
Are you far or close to your deepest dreams?
Do you think you are free?
Overhead in a broad formation out through the smothered hearts of men come the great fleet of echoes in spasms full of life all shapeless and surreal echoes of shattered freedom
The great fleet of echoesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
