Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

Sometimes, for a moment of
And the passion, we're
There's a we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits alone
We must believe in something to if we've grown

Tragic reflex, shattered
Static progress, gone
awareness, final psalm

Swept away with the
(Swept away the tide)
the holes in my hands
(Through the in my hands)
Crown of at my side
(Crown of at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drawing lines in the

Sometimes, if you're perfectly
You can the virgin weeping
For the of your will
Sometimes, your in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking, are the crosses you

conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, eyes
Desperate addict, faith

Swept away the tide
(Swept with the tide)
Through the in my hands
(Through the in my hands, yeah)
Crown of thorns at my
(Crown of at my side)
Drawing in the sand

We fabricate our demons, them into our homes
Have supper the aliens and fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons, the den of thieves
Frightened our closets, then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness, there is a crying
Living much easier, once we admit, we're dying

Sometimes, in the of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor and for hatred's sake
Sometimes we, we dig an early grave and our instincts
For the hope we save

Sometimes a from sinless eyes
our perspective and pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive and the we nurture
Are the of our lives

Swept away with the
(Swept with the tide, yeah)
Through the holes in my
(Through the holes, in my hands)
of thorns at my side
(Crown of at my side)
Drawing in the sand