Luyện nghe bài hát Lines In The Sand

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

Tragic reflex, shattered
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 at my side
(Crown of at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drawing lines in the

Sometimes, if you're still
You can hear the virgin
For the of your will
Sometimes, your in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking, are the you bear

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

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 lines in the

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

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

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

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

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