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 find if grown

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

Swept with the tide
(Swept with the tide)
the holes in my hands
(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 the virgin weeping
For the savior of will
Sometimes, castles in the air
And the you're seeking, are the crosses you bear

Sacred conflict, blessed
crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, disguised

Swept away with the
(Swept away the tide)
Through the holes in my
(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
supper with the aliens and fight the war alone
We up our skeletons, enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets, sewn upon our sleeves

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

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

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

Swept away with the
(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