The Gathering - Travel скачать mp3

Melodic stanzas are symphonizing their way through your weary head To feed your distrust And fill its mouth with the desire to soulfully be one with your creation Not a subject to control you call upon a higher power for help and inspiration The crowd waits and turns their faces towards you expectantly you give them what they need But their useless criticism makes you die a bit more inside Not a subject to control you call upon a higher power for help and inspiration Oh, I swoon while loudspeakers play soft music Leaning over your fortieth masterpiece You must have loved the colour of these violins I wish I knew you Your fit of insanity makes me sad I wish you knew your music was to stay forever And I hope... I have no clue if you know how much it matters And I hope...