Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

Sometimes, for a moment of
And the passion, craving
a message we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits left
We believe in something to find if we've grown

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

Swept away with the
(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)
Drawing lines in the

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

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

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

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

In the stream of consciousness, there is a crying
Living comes much easier, 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 grave and crucify our instincts
For the hope we save

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

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