Text Písně: Travel - The Gathering

Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head

To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation

Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer 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 higer power
for help and inspiration

Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music

Leaning
over your fourtieth 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....

Další písničky hudební skupiny The Gathering:

The Gathering - Shrink
The Gathering - In Motion Part II
The Gathering - Stonegarden
The Gathering - My Electricity
The Gathering - Eleanor

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny The Gathering:

The Gathering - Treasure
The Gathering - All You Are
The Gathering - The West Pole
The Gathering - No Bird Call
The Gathering - Capital Of Nowhere