I am the dancer in the dark, the sinner of all time, the distant shape in the night, like the tanned sun.
Ill be the thorns in every rose youve been sent. I am the nightmare waking you up from the dream of a dream of love.
I am the sun shining upon the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. I am the wind, carrying in all the troubles and fears youve for years tried to forget. The heretic sea beyond divine, a pray to a god who is deaf and blind, the last rites for souls on fire, three little words and a question why.
People tell me stay where you belong but all my life Ive tried to prove them wrong, they say Im looking for something that cant be found, they