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 left
We believe in something to find if we've grown

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

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

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

Sacred conflict, prize
Weeping crosses, stainless
addict, faith disguised

Swept away 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)
Drawing lines in the

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

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

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our
a bitterness we harbor and hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes we, we dig an early and crucify our instincts
For the hope we save

Sometimes a view from eyes
our perspective and pacifies our cries
Sometimes the we survive and the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our

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