Из альбома: The Wisdom Machine
trampling on my dreams
as they die before my eyes
I 'm stumbling on myself
I dreamt of choice
I dreamt of your voice
calling me as I fell from grace
you're leaving me
you're bleeding me again
deceived like I'm no-one
in silent waves I crawl
sick and tired of all the silence
come breathe desire into my empty lungs
how I long to feel
devoured and wasted from all this hatred
my rain keeps falling from heaven down to earth
the wheel is spinning fast
my spirit crumbles in its last
twitch before it's all turned blue
no magic carpets here
to make the longing disappear
no tears are shed for those who kiss the rain