Somethings happening to me I'm drifing down this endless sea of melancholy And I look into the mirror at my eyes The redness tells the tale that I have cried But if it wasn't for the music If it wasnt for the music ide av died Throughout life and peoples endless lies If it wasnt for the music ide av died
Flying through this endless sky of all the things that's made me cry watching this life pass me by sitting here with my hands tied If it wasn't for the music If it wasnt for the music ide av died
He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death, Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid. Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know, He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him, Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim. Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze, Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams, Of thinly woven strings, Of thousand wings unfurling. ...