Lines in the Sand (Live at Le Bataclan, Paris, France, 6/25/1998)

歌詞

Sometimes, for a moment of bliss And the passion, we're craving There's a message we miss Sometimes when the spirits left alone We must believe in something To find if we've grown Tragic reflex, shattered calm Static progress, senses gone Numb awareness, final psalm Swept away with the tide (Swept away with the tide) Through the holes in my hands (Through the holes in my hands) Crown of thorns at my side (Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah) Drawing lines in the sand Sometimes, if you're perfectly still You can hear the virgin weeping For the savior of your will Sometimes, your castles in the air And the fantasies you're seeking Are the crosses you bear Sacred conflict, blessed prize Weeping crosses, stainless eyes Desperate addict, faith disguised Swept away with the tide (Swept away with the tide) Through the holes in my hands (Through the holes in my hands, yeah) Crown of thorns at my side (Crown of thorns at my side) Drawing lines in the sand We fabricate our demons Invite them into our homes Have supper with the alien And fight the war alone We conjure up our skeletons Enlist the den of theives Frightened from our closets Then sewn upon our sleeves In the stream of consciousness There is a river crying Living comes much easier Once we admit We're dying Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake There's a bitterness we harbor And hate for hatred's sake Sometime we dig an early grave And crucify our instincts For the hope we couldn't save Sometimes a view from sinless eyes Centers our perspective And pacifies our cries Sometimes the anguish we survive And the mysteries we nurture Are the fabrics of our lives Swept away with the tide (Swept away with the tide, yeah) Through the holes in my hands (Through the holes, holes in my hands) Crown of thorns at my side (Crown of thorns at my side, yeah) Drawing lines in the sand