Far Behind Songtext
von Tribes of Asaph

Nails in walls hold frames of thoughts
Handprints in melting snow we almost forgot
We rent a space in a crowded maze
We speak in whispers to the things we cannot face

We′re falling out of our fears
Shape of purple vines
Twisted and entwined here
Wrinkled dark blue lines
Far behind


Sometimes we still drown
In a teaspoon of water fall in
Deeper in the mind games
That I make and I get lost in
Carry the matchbox
In our pockets
Take our belongings
Move away with our hearts locked in

We're falling out of our fears
Shape of purple vines
Twisted and entwined here
Wrinkled dark blue lines
Far behind

So the cold is creeping in slowly knowing
Time mends all wounds
We′ve grown so much wiser
And we know the Ocean will heal
When we sit out
When we look out
From behind