Anathema - Leave no trace

Tekst :

Born to the glare of the senses
spoon the reality infused a new inherent
passive contentment
you are so easily amused

Here and now we
are gone in a happy
a dream in the
passage your time
chances are fading
this world isn t waiting
the moment is passing
you by

Questions lie beneath the surface
the fools are fooled once again

A concience
we stole our existence
and gladly cast it to the wind

Here and now we
are gone in a happy
a dream in the
passage your time
chances are fading
this world isn t waiting
the moment is passing
you by

Inne utwory

  • Suicide veil
  • Flying
  • Destiny
  • Eternal rise of the sun
  • Looking outside inside
  • Under a veil
  • Hope
  • Pressure
  • Alone
  • Shroud of frost
  • Shroud of false
  • All faith is lost
  • Angelica
  • Empty
  • Alternative 4
  • Better off dead
  • Losowe utwory

    Night shift

    It s three a.m. and I want to go to bed.
    I got a lady running through my head
    Ran out of money looking for a night shift.
    It s three a.m. and I want to go to bed.

    I know a lady way down...

    Lovegrove

    I’m going to tear your carefree world
    Apart at the seams
    Headoffice want to know if you’re a gambling man
    Is this just a crazy dream ?
    The law want to know of your paid debt
    This is not a mind game

    So...

    Someday

    Precious stone, Life goes on, You have abused and used me, Now I m going
    home, I want my records back, To get my heart on track, You think I can t be
    alone, Well this woman s here to show you, oh, Someday, The lights will fall...

    Ołów

    Kiedy od ciszy pęka głowa
    Żadne zdrowaś, żadna łza
    Lecz dajmy słowu dojść do słowa
    Rozminować co się da
    Który to dzień, czy miesiąc już cichej wojny
    Tylko rzeczy wiążą nas i utarty podział ról
    Głęboki cień i anioł stróż niespokojny
    Zgięty w...

    Born in a prison

    We re born in a prison
    Raised in a prison
    Sent to a prison called school

    We cry in a prison
    We love in a prison
    We dream in a prison like fools

    Wood becomes a flute when it s loved
    Reach for yourself and your battered mates
    Mirror becomes...