While Angels Watch - Crossing The Tide Of Time | Текст песни

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• While Angels Watch
• Crossing The Tide Of Time

No season visits me, no cycle, no change
Without you my life is Sunday and rain
Until the time comes when my soul is freed
The sun it won't shine, the cold it won't leave

I know I'll never touch your skin
And mine is a cell, imprisoned within
Your life is a time that died long before me
That I seek, though I'm lost, alone in my dreams

All through the day frustration inside
Eats away, devouring my mind
With paintings and pictures I deify you
And await your arrival - a forbidden rendezvous

I know I'll never touch your skin
While mine is the cell I'm imprisoned within
But my life is a time, and time allows me
To shape what I find, in ages in dreams

Lately your face has been looking so pale
My vision is fading, your figure seems frail
With death, reaping scythe, the horsemen shall ride
Me to you, finally at home by your side

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