Agents Of Mercy - The Fading Ghosts Of Twilight | Текст песни

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Hi Silvermoon - long shadows on an empty field
The tick tock of a clock - no sleep - but nothing's real
Sleepy fields - of the unreal
Black car at stoplights seems to wait forever
The land of promise - better late than never
Sleepy fields - of the unreal
We walk the night on squeaky floors
Oh how we fear what's on the other side of musty wooden doors
We curse the clock - the fading ghost of twilight
My sad companions of the night

The things that make you smile - if only for a day
They're getting hard to find somehow
The songs that make you high - the cards you used to play
Ain't easy to remember now

We look for trails and all familiar faces
We follow anyone but not the King of Kings
We stand alone, so far form home
The ground that once was ours is gone

Is he a devil or a superstar?
He lead you on with clever lies
His royal darkness comes in many shapes
He walks behind your big blue eyes
The world is bigger than the both of us
The loudest voices they are not to trust
The songs that make you high - the cards you used to play
Ain't easy to remember now
The things that makes you smile

Sleepy fields - of the unreal

You fear the unknown from outside
But when you think about it - have you looked inside?
There's something wrong - your mind is cold
The world have suddenly grown old
The ground that once was home is gone

And once you get a taste for what is grand
You'll look for diamonds in the dust
You'll walk with senators and moviestars
You'll get to see beneath the crust
Tonite we dine with a galaxy of stars
Expensive wine and risky play
They all ride home alone in big black cars
A few scattered laughter in the shades
They say it's lonely here at the top
But they have no clue about what I've got
I've got a spoonful of you know what
I've got some flesh to carry me throughout the night
The little black book - I'm off the chain
I'm no believer in unnecessary pain

Necessary pain
Sleepy fields - of the unreal

Hi Silvermoon - land of the shadows in the field
The tick tock of a clock - no sleep and nothing's real
Sleepy fields - of the unreal

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