Texty: Viking Moses. Other. Threshold Of Man.

I see them through the windows in their homes. i stop and behold. let the falling of their hopes fill my lungs. there's no doubt that a cold shout in the night can cut like a knife, so tell the sirens in your life, "hold your tongues." accept nothing that the soul can never win. expect nothing but that life will surely end. and because i know we'll never ever live again, i'm in love. yes, i'm in love. all through time, yeh, you know it's just the same, they ignore their heart, and then they chase it like a dream, all for the sake of their names. i bow down to the mercy of your hand, because there's tons of shit i'll never understand, standing at the threshold of man