Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

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

reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses
awareness, final psalm

Swept away the tide
(Swept with 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 perfectly still
You can the virgin weeping
For the savior of will
Sometimes, your in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking, are the you bear

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

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

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

In the stream of consciousness, there is a river
comes much 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 we couldn't save

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

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