It's been one day or two I can't really remember Watching the world alone Behind my iron curtain
Waiting for the silence Protected, safe from violence
Through streets made of stone Souls cry, dies beyond Knowledge of the quest Where grief comes to rest
Poor life spins the thread Things remain unsaid
Despising my sorrow, this life I have chosen In fear of what could be
Sometimes I'm aware Of someone standing close to me A presence, one caress Who knows my loneliness
Someone is knocking on my door Someone is knocking on my door
It's been one day or two I can't really remember In hope the masses rise But who's the hand that guide them
Longing for reliance
This frightened soul of mine Turns wistful in the sight of grace The presence, the caress Will make my heart confess
Someone is knocking on my door Someone, a serpent from before Yet someone, the lament for the poor Just one, will rise and one will fall Someone is knocking on my doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
