Sleeping Village (Ita) - Yet Longing For More (2010) | Текст песни

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Yet longing for more
Longing for a tool, a third eye
To help you see
through the infinitely intricate patterns
The cunningly deceiving lines.
Nothing truly well-known and familiar
Down here
Everything is confusion
And muddled, self-unconscious
Longings.
Every time
Every single time
I try to make sense
Of myself
Of another
I lose myself in a labyrinth
In a maze of conflicting signs
Pointing in all possible directions.
Every time
Every single time
I try to follow any one of them
I end up on a dead-end road
In a dead arm
Of the maze
Unable to proceed any further
Unsure how to go back
Unwilling to take any of the other paths
That beckon from my left
From my right.
I lose myself, each and every time.

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