Although you think I'm safe, I'm only killing time I'm slipping through the hourglass, destroying all that is mine A mind too tired to awaken, a soul too tired to feel
Paintings of portraits And portraits of sanctums Where I can seek refuge and shelter for me Twisted emotions and self abused mind frames And I find myself searching through this primitive land
As the daylight disappears, and the full moon takes its place I am by myself or so it seems Half asleep or half in a dream Watching shadows take their shape
Paintings of portraits And portraits of sanctums Where I can seek refuge and shelter for me Twisted emotions and self abused mind frames And I find myself searching through this primitive land
Beyond dark mountains, a pensive thought he spares You never turned away from me, until the end He's at the window waiting, the rising sun Shines on he's sorrow