a sound When nobody is around In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound For nobody In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound
't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or remember the sound of my own name
see my reflection in the water I can't speak the sound that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footstep Or even remember the sound of my own name
to a stake The hollow sound as his footsteps echoed Until the sound was lost on the lake He cast off, poling the boat from the shore Peering a head through
blew there Stole a page from memory Time was my shelter Silver darts of brilliancy. And reflections held their ground Midst rainbows of sound Pearl tinted
my reflection in the water. Can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps. Can't remember the sound of my own name. (
reflection in the water I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps I can't remember the sound of my own name Yes
old copy of Marie Claire And he switches on the coffee machine That of course works like a dream Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen And it's a
a kid when he is really is a man And he really is a fan of the Skywalker clan And any other band claiming that they're weaker than Started out a solo
thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I've found sounds what keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me
performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother ) If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
If today was not a crooked highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an Arab I feel the silver jump smooth in my hand Staring at the sea, staring at the sand Staring at myself Reflected
be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick The brick was an egg, the egg was a bird (Fly away you sweet
reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain, I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, Or can't remember the sound of my own name
to keep the Flemish empire. A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's fire reflecting and resounding with Thor
the airwaves of the night Beyond the lonely light house beam, beyond these black and restless dreams She'll wake before I go to sleep in the silver morning
see my reflection in the water Can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Can't remember the sound of my own name