Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

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

Tragic reflex, calm
Static progress, senses
Numb awareness, psalm

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

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

Sacred conflict, prize
Weeping crosses, eyes
Desperate addict, disguised

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

We fabricate our demons, invite them our homes
Have with the aliens and fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons, enlist the den of
Frightened from our closets, then sewn upon our

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

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our
There's a bitterness we harbor and hate for hatred's
Sometimes we, we dig an early and crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't

a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective and pacifies our
Sometimes the anguish we and the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our

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