Living at different places
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Evading into various spaces
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My compass has broken
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I'm losing the way
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An ongoing madness has led me astray
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My past breathes down my neck
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And it seems now that all I can do is
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Go back to beginnings when all lay ahead
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A fading illusion now plagues me instead
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In me there's still a place that fulfils me
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A sanctity here that I call home, I run to
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When winter descends
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If I try, can I find solid ground
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I follow elusive paths
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Oh, it seems they've been written in stone
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And the door to a new life is closing so fast
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Burning the bridges will not bring me back
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In me there's still a place that fulfils me
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A sanctity here that I call home, I run to
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When winter descends
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If I try, can I find solid ground
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In me there's still a place that fulfils me
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A sanctity here that I call home, I run to
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When winter descends
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If I try, can I find solid ground
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I know that in me there's still a place that fulfils me
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A sanctity here that I call home, I run to
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When winter descends
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If I try, can I find solid ground
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Or am I just wasting time?
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Solitary Ground
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