Cursed by reason

1st verse:
wakening
breathing slowly

whispers
windy motions

of reality, deeper meanings
lost in space, words are forgotten

2nd verse:
understading
your own feelings

deep ungarded
confusion overwhelming

dispite your vision, the finest wisdom
it's painfull to be open

chorus:
Your moon is pale blue
The sun that burns my skin
Trying to find my way

outro:
To your heart lead me
My faith guide me
Fall asleep
within this place
Lay my head
catch my breath

3rd verse:
eyes wide open
visions of duality

whishs and thoughts
unsolved issues, fading...

deep inside my heart, speaks in tongues
forever more, enduring sun


chorus:
Your moon is pale blue
The sun that burns my skin
Trying to find my way
Through the winter of days

outro:
To your heart lead me
My faith guide me
Fall asleep
within this place
Lay my head
catch my breath

bridge:
sometimes the words are unsure
I get lost within your eyes
I'm afraid to step in
And destroy a moment of time

4th verse:
but reason is unseen,
incomprehensive from within
clear thoughts, misguided feelings,
these skies are clouded, by fear of failing

bridge/funk:
breath in, catch your moment and live on
the words are meaningless when the moment is lost

funk:
dont let time still your life
do what you think is right
nevermind the chaos
clear your mind be the fire

5th verse:
the fenix's flight is tormented,
a face never forgotten,
in the end what really matters?
when actions are driven and words unspoken.

figments:
I need to escape far away
to a place where the earth speaks
where the wind runs free
and I can rest in peace

Drawing lines...

"However, there is of course a slight difference between using songs as garbage cans and using them as a means to reflect upon, and make conscious, our darkness. I have on several occasions found myself with an untameable urge to write songs mirroring the games and two-faced behaviour of people who have hurt me, but these never make it past my note book, as once the emotional garbage is out and put on paper it becomes quite clear that this is simply two dirty mirrors reflecting one another and not something I wish to birth into the world or transmit to others. However, this is indeed a fine line to tread, because in the end, what is just emotional garbage and what is worth transmitting to others? Our whole perception of reality is ultimately just filtered through our own emotions, wounds, patterns and imprints, and were it not for these it seems there would be little to put words too at all." Aleah

interessante...