never again, i`m lost on heaven`s ground - lost between those feelings have never found i am lost in myself - on heaven`s ground i am lost in myself
: The last horizons I can see are filled with bars and factories and in them all we fight to stay awake... Drink enough of anything to make this world
there closets It's got to be here somewhere I know it's round here somewhere Searching from room to room We couldn't have just lost it I know it's round
The last horizons I can see are filled with bars and factories and in them all we fight to stay awake... Drink enough of anything to make this world
: loneliness surrounds me and my thougths I submit to destiny in my empty eyes my lost dreams are mirrored back my thoughts lead me on never entered
upon my land blurs my blue eyes? Ancient feel, a time long gone, earth power unleashed Vestige of a dying day, dusk setting over woods centuries old
: He's a twentieth century boy, with his hands on the rails trying not to be sick again and holding on for tomorrow london ice cracks on a seamless line
s nest And I'm driving on the road that Stalin built next On the roads of Germany On the roads of Germany These are the roads of the 20th century And
guess it's real enough they got refrigerators full of blood another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves sometimes i worry that i've lost
the dead Satan obsolete, your pitch black sheep, yours forever Demon Amethyst, your world's not lit, a sunken wasteland Oh your name was lost, in the
: My girl wakes in her bed of night, Dressed in silver and dressed in white, She says she's having the strangest dreams, Of another time and century;
and sinners, and knights of ready hand, Who will be the Lord's Crusader, send word through all the land, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost
clip, trigger nah stick, rubber grip Bullet a fling if a bwoy slip. [VERSE 1:] Evidently, Them a no badman, them always talk bout them a Gangsta of the century
sudden motion A cascade of lost feathers adrift on the sea Hark! A serenade in the tongue of the wind... The sight of Centuries, so sonorous in the
lies not in regression But in reaching the levels of becoming That harboured within us for centuries Centuries of long lost knowing Spirit and matter
: [music by Dream Theater, lyrics by Moore] Lost in the sky Clouds roll by and I roll with them Arrows fly Seas increase and then fall again This world
I'm lying here in bed Swear my skin is inside out Just another Sunday morning Seen my diary on the newsstand Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand It