Slowly... Flying silent Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living
[birth, age, death. The sudden realization of aging and attempts to hide from time. Time is crucial yet essential. For ever or never, life lies between
Traducción: The Gathering. O Espelho das Águas.
: Slowly... Flying silent Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living
: [birth, age, death. The sudden realization of aging and attempts to hide from time. Time is crucial yet essential. For ever or never, life lies between
Slowly... Flying silent Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living
my time has come and time, time is not on your side See him move through smoke and mirrors Feel his presence in the crowd Other girls they gather around
the banks of the river We are gathered here To give a little thanks thanks The voice of the rapids will echo And ricochet like an old water well Who
The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets And they will sell them for nothing A cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off And the sad act
[Devil] Hello my children, hahahaha, gather 'round I got somethin' that I wanna say to you I think it's about time we over come these fucked up rules
's Ferris Wheel all the dreamers ride free (from the top you can only go down), No-one but yourself is to blame if you presume to walk upon water then
darkness, digging it down, deep down, deep, down deep digging it We watched an insect stray to the edge of it's world, a lily pad stretched over a green mirror
time has come And time, time is not on your side See him move through smoke and mirrors Feel his presence in the crowd Other girls, they gather around
I'm hoping for change I've been drowning in the Queen's tears I've been staring at a square face in the mirror for years She feels like water and she
stand in lines of old, staying cold, Swallow all the anger, Releases get away, coming down, Across the fields of amber, To the water, ocean far below. As the mirror
to aim for is not what fate saw fit to bring Everything is going to be all right Well I lost more than I gathered; another mirror shattered / seven
