Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

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

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

away 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 of your will
Sometimes, castles in the air
And the fantasies seeking, are the crosses you bear

Sacred conflict, blessed
Weeping crosses, eyes
addict, faith disguised

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

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

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

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 perspective and pacifies our
Sometimes the we survive and the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our

Swept away with the
(Swept away 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 in the sand