Dances Songtext
von Neuroactive
Dances Songtext
Some days are filling me up with joy
Some are rolling down to the grave
I′m done with the world but not with life just yet
Being born is the greatest gift of all
And good things come to those who wait
Being born so long ago, I can't say it ain′t so
We drink from the chalice of the bitter fruit
Destroy our souls while searching for the truth
And the truth is fluid at best, anyway
We break our backs for the greedy machine
And wake to the fear that it's all there will be
Despite the pain inside, we go on
To find the perfect match is a stretch
I could do with somewhat less
And it's not the lack of trying for my part
The all-enduring, everlasting love
The one I′ve seen in films
Having come this far I can say it ain′t here
We dance our dances while the rot sets in
In the mouth of the madness on a brink of a dream
And keep staring to the night, alone
Spirits still unbroken
But dreams grow colder
Why in this building, alone?
We dance our dances while the rot sets in
We take our chances against the howling wind
We drink from the chalice of the bitter fruit
Destroy our souls while searching for the truth
And the truth is fluid at best, anyway
We dance our dances while the rot sets in
In the mouth of the madness on a brink of a dream
Despite the pain inside, we go on
Some are rolling down to the grave
I′m done with the world but not with life just yet
Being born is the greatest gift of all
And good things come to those who wait
Being born so long ago, I can't say it ain′t so
We drink from the chalice of the bitter fruit
Destroy our souls while searching for the truth
And the truth is fluid at best, anyway
We break our backs for the greedy machine
And wake to the fear that it's all there will be
Despite the pain inside, we go on
To find the perfect match is a stretch
I could do with somewhat less
And it's not the lack of trying for my part
The all-enduring, everlasting love
The one I′ve seen in films
Having come this far I can say it ain′t here
We dance our dances while the rot sets in
In the mouth of the madness on a brink of a dream
And keep staring to the night, alone
Spirits still unbroken
But dreams grow colder
Why in this building, alone?
We dance our dances while the rot sets in
We take our chances against the howling wind
We drink from the chalice of the bitter fruit
Destroy our souls while searching for the truth
And the truth is fluid at best, anyway
We dance our dances while the rot sets in
In the mouth of the madness on a brink of a dream
Despite the pain inside, we go on
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