Post de Marcelo Barbosa sur son blog Officiel le 19 juillet dernier :
Lines In The Sand (Dream Theater, Falling Into Infinity, 1997)
(John Petrucci)
Sometimes, for a moment of blissAnd the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final salm
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands, yeah)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives
(Swept away with the tide, yeah)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes, holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns in my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
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