Lines In The Sand歌词

歌曲名:Lines In The Sand  歌手:Dream Theater  所属专辑:《Old Bridge, New Jersey 12/14/96》

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Lines In The Sand歌词

作词 : Dream Theater, Petrucci
Lines In The Sand
Dream Theater
Falling Into Infinity

Music: Dream Theater
Lyrics: John Petrucci

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
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
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
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand

We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
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
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand

Lines In The SandLRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : Dream Theater, Petrucci
[00:05.78]Lines In The Sand
[00:09.57]Dream Theater
[00:13.46]Falling Into Infinity
[00:17.36]
[00:21.30]Music: Dream Theater
[00:25.30]Lyrics: John Petrucci
[00:30.30]
[02:46.44]Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
[02:53.54]And the passion, we're craving
[02:57.68]There's a message we miss
[03:01.74]Sometimes when the spirits left alone
[03:09.02]We must believe in something
[03:12.92]To find if we've grown
[03:15.78]
[03:19.35]Tragic reflex, shattered calm
[03:22.05]Static progress, senses gone
[03:24.94]Numb awareness, final psalm
[03:29.13]
[03:34.05]Swept away with the tide
[03:40.93]Through the holes in my hands
[03:47.66]Crown of thorns at my side
[03:54.49]Drawing lines in the sand
[03:58.38]
[04:13.42]Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
[04:20.90]You can hear the virgin weeping
[04:24.51]For the savior of your will
[04:28.84]Sometimes, your castles in the air
[04:36.07]And the fantasies you're seeking
[04:40.10]Are the crosses you bear
[04:43.44]
[04:46.58]Sacred conflict, blessed prize
[04:49.22]Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
[04:52.59]Desperate addict, faith disguised
[04:56.83]
[05:01.18]Swept away with the tide
[05:08.08]Through the holes in my hands
[05:14.84]Crown of thorns at my side
[05:21.70]Drawing lines in the sand
[05:25.44]
[07:28.95]We fabricate our demons
[07:32.76]Invite them into our homes
[07:36.70]Have supper with the aliens
[07:40.38]And fight the war alone
[07:44.44]We conjure up our skeletons
[07:48.42]Enlist the den of thieves
[07:52.67]Frightened from our closets
[07:56.44]Then sewn upon our sleeves
[07:59.93]
[08:02.76]In the stream of consciousness
[08:10.99]There is a river crying
[08:18.98]Living comes much easier
[08:26.31]
[08:27.54]Once we admit
[08:32.26]We're dying
[08:35.99]
[10:16.42]Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
[10:23.70]There's a bitterness we harbor
[10:27.98]And hate for hatred's sake
[10:31.92]Sometime we dig an early grave
[10:39.66]And crucify our instincts
[10:42.98]For the hope we couldn't save
[10:45.95]
[10:47.36]Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
[10:54.64]Centers our perspective
[10:59.01]And pacifies our cries
[11:02.88]Sometimes the anguish we survive
[11:10.09]And the mysteries we nurture
[11:15.00]Are the fabrics of our lives
[11:18.07]
[11:21.65]Swept away with the tide
[11:28.59]Through the holes in my hands
[11:35.39]Crown of thorns at my side
[11:41.99]Drawing lines in the sand
[11:47.55]