I've been struggling for so many years now Aiming high, yet shooting low My biography is like a looking glass There's someone I don't know Always asking
Like a brilliant thief You stole into the room Night was so long Now all the lights are way too bright One small voice Of conquest and doubt One deep
Visions from above Father's son on high Sharing all his love He's the one to make you fly Christ the redeemer - an icon for mankind Atop the corcovado
You A faun in twilight Immaculate perfection I A god in half-light A hero in a play Pale blue scenery Fleeting moments passing by Dots and anagrams
I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dram. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning
The view from here it is so frightening A world of tide pools, incompleteness all around A god beat lightnails Deep into the flesh of a summer night
When the skies are wounded And a beacon's ceased to shine When dusk is coming all too soon When we sometimes slip along the way When we're haunted by
All around this fortress Run the rivers of the dead Broke what seemed to be unbreakable Unreachable Drowed what seemed to be inpegnable Infallible Cold
The air is steam and fire A lift-off to negate defeat A victory imperfect, there's always more It's all we've ever longed to reach And all we've ever
Did you see - the lonely tree? Crowded by the birds - bringing back old memories Birds of prey - roaring near Aiming at the shores - waging war on men
Sometimes it's coming over me Like a warm rain Sometimes it's coming back to me Like a memory Just like a heat of endless winters The cold of midday sun
Sunlight is drowning the halflight As the feelings return Strange and familiar a nocturnal fear Appearing and disappearing There is the river running
Water is getting into my arch diming out lights - until dark thought my construction was tight thought what I built up might stand the flood stand the
Rushing down platform 8, all my efforts are in vain disappearing in the dark are the tail lights of the train one minute too late - it was the cab drivers
it makes me sick ending is better than mending and even you - got the plan to make me someone new - got the plan to make me someone new and even you -
Nothing more left to be said things get clear now in my head u know what I feel I know what is real no more waiting for a sign we both laid it on the
I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare where are you
And where will we be tomorrow If we do not leave today? The more we wait for things to change The more they stay the same And the more they stay the
