Alias Eye - Arabesque | Текст песни

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• Alias Eye
• Arabesque

Sleeping beauty they called her - but lazy winds whispering are no storm
And the death of love is but the bitter end of a sweet symphony
Stop telling me about the rosebud that incubates her gorgeous gown
My garden is void - not one fiddle plays blue music there

This eerie place I call my home has left me feeling bereaved
Usurped the king upon his throne - a place to which I'm entitled
They're speaking psalms behind my back and using words to fuel my lack

And you made sure I'd take the blame for all my sacred cravings
And you made sure I'd take the fall - what's left is yours for the taking
They're speaking psalms behind my back and using time to fuel my lack

And in the dark you hear me calling, calling their name
As if a word could feel the same
And in the light you see me striving, striving to gain
A sense of you outside the frame

Stop telling me about the rosebud that incubates her gorgeous gown
My garden is void - not one fiddle plays blue music there