If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you'll have no escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle
[Part one: My Greater Cause] As I ran down the street all the Faces appeared to me one by one By the fifth I took a sudden turn The melting snow revealed
I'm covered up with time The only one you'll find I gaze beyond the words We'll find it all somehow Just leave the rest to me You're on to something
[Music: Tchort, Lyrics: Tchort & Kjetil N] Cross my heart and hope to die With only seconds away before I... It felt so good when I hit the ground
Sun setting on a sweet summers day The sound of children playing a wicked game Leaving stains, on the soul Twilight crawled across the sky Did anyone
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If there were no darkness There would be no light If there were no rain There would be tears in my eyes I am life I am death Before you see the light
Sun setting on a sweet summers day The sound of children playing a wicked game Leaving stains on the soul Twilight crawled across the sky Dark Shadows
From childhood's hours I have not been As others were --- I have not seen As others saw --- I could not bring My passion from a common spring From the
Black lights, shattered dreams, broken hope shadows over my pale face around the storm once again rage and the wind blow hard and cold while the northern
[music: Tchort, lyrics: Kjetil N] Drowning slowly In my own sea Fading lonely Into deep Pushed too hard Pushed too far Into deep Fell too hard
The wind is playing in the treetops the first nightstar glow weak and the lantern of sorrow gives its sad light to the darkest depths..... In my embrace
[music: Tchort, lyrics: Kjetil N] When tomorrow comes All your worrries fly Hear the lullaby All will be soft and warm You will be safe and strong
Death appears in me No fate is what I see Sanity reviews Reaching out her cold, cold hand I drowned love I drowned hope Changing the way it goes Changing
A vision, a call In times before my fall In life before I became I dreamed I was insane I saw the unseen I heard the unheard I rode the sky above the
Pain is self-inflicted, cause is not I long for my time, long before its due tired of resting in despair Judge me for who I am relieve me for what I am
Myron and Cole had a plan, head off to another world Inhaling an acre of Myron's sweet garden of pleasure Waving goodbye to the rational patterns of thinking
