“Living at different places Evading into various spaces My compass has broken I’m losing the way An ongoing madness has led me astray My past breaths down my neck And it seems now that all I can do is Go back to beginnings when all lay ahead A fading illusion now plagues me instead In me There’s still a place that Fulfils me A sanctity here that I call home I run to When winter descends If I try, can I find solid ground? I follow elusive paths, oh! It seems they’ve been written in stone and the Door to a new life is closing so fast Burning the bridges will not bring me back In me There’s still a place that Fulfils me A sanctity here that I call home I run to When winter descends If I try, can I find solid ground? Oooohhh, oooohhhh, ooooohhh, ooohhhh Oooohhh, oooohhhh, ooooohhh, ooohhhh In me There’s still a place that Fulfils me A sanctity here that I call home I run to When winter descends If I try, can I find solid ground? I know that in me There’s still a place that Fulfils me A sanctity here that I call home I run to When winter descends If I try, can I find solid ground? Or am I just wasting time? Wasting time... Ooohhh...” – Epica
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 18:53:26 +0000
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