Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

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

Tragic reflex, calm
progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final

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

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

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

Swept with 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)
lines in the sand

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

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

Sometimes, in the of our wake
There's a bitterness we and hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes we, we dig an early grave and crucify our
For the we couldn't save

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

away 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)
Drawing in the sand