You Are Songtext
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You Are Songtext
You are the light, the circle
The ring, the grave and the shelter
The trail and the road
The rhythm
The secret of all that was born
The spring and the fall
The hail and the snow
A rock, the sand
The shade of the tree
Growing on the side
Of the mountain at dawn
You moan, you grumble in every sound
Beneath the curtains behind the door
You are the seldom, the more and more
The maybe later and the not quite yet
The flotsam cast upon the shore
The mesmerizing tune of a siren song
And you′re the one, the only one
Who can appease my trouble, my torment
When all sense seems gone
When my life feels lost
The sacred and the profane, a seashell in the sand
The crackling of the rain, the underhand
May the dust, may the blood
May the fury when unfurled
May the icy hearts of men never stain the mirror
May the night, may the mud, may the folly of the world
May the anger and the storm never blacken the rain
Who should I talk to? The grounds? The walls?
Those who won't listen? All the deaf like me?
You are the smoke, the ashes, the mask
And you never answer to what I ask
And you′re the one, the only one
Who can appease my trouble, my torment
When all sense seems gone, when my life feels lost
The ring, the grave and the shelter
The trail and the road
The rhythm
The secret of all that was born
The spring and the fall
The hail and the snow
A rock, the sand
The shade of the tree
Growing on the side
Of the mountain at dawn
You moan, you grumble in every sound
Beneath the curtains behind the door
You are the seldom, the more and more
The maybe later and the not quite yet
The flotsam cast upon the shore
The mesmerizing tune of a siren song
And you′re the one, the only one
Who can appease my trouble, my torment
When all sense seems gone
When my life feels lost
The sacred and the profane, a seashell in the sand
The crackling of the rain, the underhand
May the dust, may the blood
May the fury when unfurled
May the icy hearts of men never stain the mirror
May the night, may the mud, may the folly of the world
May the anger and the storm never blacken the rain
Who should I talk to? The grounds? The walls?
Those who won't listen? All the deaf like me?
You are the smoke, the ashes, the mask
And you never answer to what I ask
And you′re the one, the only one
Who can appease my trouble, my torment
When all sense seems gone, when my life feels lost
Writer(s): Dominique Lallement, Jean Luc De Meyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com