Из альбома: Sunbeam Surrounded by Winter
oh! these sweet dreams we handfeed like a bird with a broken wing
they feed us deception, a subtle distortion of what’s to come
nothing denies there’s an ocean between hope and lies…
so we dream on
then slowly light begins to dawn
and slowly peace awakes to sound
and suddenly the day has come to its full size
some question answered
a face unveiled
two inches closer
our wishes our pain
it’s so hard to put out this blue burning fire.