Woorden: Senses Fail. The Fire. Saint Anthony.

My memory,
Hangs like the stain glass of the saints past history.
I bury deep, Saint Anthony.
I hear that he can help me find the things I need.

Alaska winters pray for end of summer days
But the sun won't go away.
Just like me I'll bet they really want to change.

I can run as far as London,
But my past has first class seats.

The lighthouse lost it's beam.
Now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

So breathe her alive.
So breathe her alive.
So breathe her alive.

Is it just me,
Or do you wonder if we're put her just to see,
How much heartache we can take,
Without hanging from the tallest tree?

I feel as lonely as a preachers wife.
My heart's a Russian Knight.
I drink to try to melt the ice.

The Cold War in my mind.
The truth hides between the lines.

The lighthouse lost it's beam.
Now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

So breathe her alive.
Breathe her alive.

Because we'll make it through this,
No matter the odds.
The bets are on.
It's always the darkest just before the dawn.

The lighthouse lost it's beam.
Now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

The lighthouse lost it's beam.
Now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

So breathe her alive.
So breathe her alive.
So breathe her alive