1. |
Stand on ceremony
02:58
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Fire,
sparkles and dust.
Mad steps made by
twisty shades 'round the greatest
Pyre,
dancing around,
pain is now burnt,
They're moving while heating the
Sand,
that kisses all feet
which try to prove
the sense of all with unconscious
Moves,
catching all fools
that were born to loose
and now the sound makes them part of a
Group,
in a time that is right
with no burden behind.
Sweat is a clue but nothing
Counts,
souls and hands
together are one,
the amount of all ends up in the
Fire,
now, there's nothing but dust
and a vanishing smoke,
letting show a mark of footsteps getting
old.
Erasing all hope,
letting them know
that today starts life, today starts life
bliss now dies.
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2. |
Transferring
02:55
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Tired faces and empty bags
meet each other every hour
inside a building that never sleeps
where eyes in blank protect their dreams.
Ones they go while others come
but many steps have no return.
Lightning boards drive everyone mad
and clocks await for the time.
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3. |
Cold War
05:03
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Am I wasting time behind something I cannot find?
All those lights have run away but now time is right.
Shy smoke reveals your face and I'm feeling charmed.
There's nothing left undone but I'll stay caught inside this cold war.
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4. |
The Storm
04:54
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A bunch of flowers on my desk,
staring outside the shapes move so fast.
Those short clothes crash and ambush my head,
"Deep focus, just a mess".
A storm comes on a warm day.
A sneezy nose gets increased on longer days,
that weird girl seems to have another chance.
Heat is back but not for me,
long nights are over, coldness is vanishing.
My lips are hotter when the season begins.
Sun is longer but clouds are above me,
the water turns all into golden streets.
A storm has come on a warm day.
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