Voices
Theatre of tragedyAn endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars
(Re-focus on distant stars)
Brings less voices to entertain us
We will always be here
(Keep cheap platitudes again)
Disagree with my own self
No such thing as 'Who am I?'
Growing weary
Subdue these sounds forever
Someone visited my mind in wonder
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me
Voices say: "If you could set me free?"
Ignorant of the sublime
Someone said that the world is really strange
As revolving doors kept spinning up and down
In the world that I knew
I'll always be there
Read to me a story now
Can you sing your lullaby?
Growing weary
Subdue these sounds forever
Someone visited my mind in wonder
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me
Voices say: "If you could set me free?"
I'll be yours now
I'll be yours...
How can I be sure if I am me and you are you
It's hard to say: "Go away"