Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
For the world to see; she craved for intimacy
Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to see; she craved lucidity

Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace
Seas of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth
Had passed her by and left her high and dry

In her savior's arms
In her savior's arms
In her savior's arms
In her savior's arms

Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
Where you will see the whole cause of your loneliness
Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies
And I wish, and I pray that there may come a day

For a savior's arms
For a savior's arms
For a savior's arms
For a savior's arms
Il tuo voto:
Sail on silver wings
through this storm
What fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
For, now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me...

This night is filled with cries of
Dispossesed children in search of Paradise.
A sign of unresolve that,
Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
When memory bears witness to
The innocence, consumed in dying rage!

The way lies through our love;
There can be no other means to the end,
Or keys to my heart...
You will never find.
You will never find!
Il tuo voto:
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Il tuo voto:
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Il tuo voto:
Severance
The birds of leaving call to us
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight

Overland
The winds of change consume the land
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past

When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways

Indifference
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come

Tomorrow's child is the only child
Il tuo voto:
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Il tuo voto:
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