The way it makes me feel, ethereal Memories are meant to be distorted and bent And they control us all and live among us in different forms And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet We just aren't aware, we are constrained beings Living in a constrained reality Where imagination is the only key To another world Not through science, not through space But through the only way But through the The third eye And as we search for meaningless evidence When the truth is as invisible as all the ancient winds... (ask yourself) What do you see? What do you dream? In this reality, is it truly me you see? In this reality, is it truly me that you see? What do you see? What do you dream?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
