Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

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

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

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

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

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

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

We fabricate our demons, invite them our homes
supper with the aliens 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 river
Living comes easier, once we admit, we're dying

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

a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective and our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive and the mysteries we
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)
of thorns at my side
(Crown of at my side)
lines in the sand