Texty:
Dead Can Dance A Passage In Time

These silent chances pass one by Who never knew of them at all Resigned to the hands of fate We await her impending beck and call Until we return, paradise

We scaled the face of reason To find at least one sign That would reveal the true dimensions Of life, lest we forget And maybe, it's easier To withdraw

I thought I'd found a reason to live Just like before when I was a child Only to find dreams made of sand Would just fall apart and slip through my hands

Preklad: Dead Can Dance. Passage In Time.

These silent chances pass one by Who never knew of them at all Resigned to the hands of fate we await her impending beck and call Until we return,

close this astral door Ouija We call upon the dead Ouija Why is it you play with this To quench your morbid thirst Opening the passage ways Can only

pregnancy, what can you say to me? Call up the travel agency, book a flight to the end of time when the wicked get refined, the righteous kick a rhyme