A State of Trance 500 - Miami, United States (2011-03-27)
Steady hands They guide the wheel, The sin is black Then it’s shades of red. Seasons change And moments build We rise to fall Like dust to wind.
The hourglass has burned through And I can’t fight... The hourglass has burned through And I can’t fight Those final turns...
But your soul is a never-ending road When your heart beats here You heart beats. And your door are never fully closed When your heart beats here You’re always my heartbeat.
So heavy falls the drum On still lines we can never shape. And it’s a rhythm etched in time We fall back In the artist’s clay