Debris Songtext
von Port Noir
Debris Songtext
Through your conscious eyes, the trail of dust wears thin
But the flames burn through your unconscious mask
Vanquish the cold that lies in your mind
So where′s your hive?
You're down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture, and the dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from the dread of a life
On the far side of your mind′s eye
There's a well that's struck by drought
Your lies won′t make it rain
Today
And so I′m crowned in my kingdom of ice
Every streak of light is lost
I'm locked in my own crippled cage
I′m searching thoroughly for the key that would break these bounds
You're down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture, and the dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from this dread of a life
On the far side of your mind′s eye
There's a well that′s struck by drought
Your lies won't make it rain
Bound from somewhere
Like the widow's eyes, I′m trembling down my line
I′m down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture and the dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from this dread of a life
On the far side of your mind's eye
There′s a well that's struck by drought
But the flames burn through your unconscious mask
Vanquish the cold that lies in your mind
So where′s your hive?
You're down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture, and the dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from the dread of a life
On the far side of your mind′s eye
There's a well that's struck by drought
Your lies won′t make it rain
Today
And so I′m crowned in my kingdom of ice
Every streak of light is lost
I'm locked in my own crippled cage
I′m searching thoroughly for the key that would break these bounds
You're down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture, and the dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from this dread of a life
On the far side of your mind′s eye
There's a well that′s struck by drought
Your lies won't make it rain
Bound from somewhere
Like the widow's eyes, I′m trembling down my line
I′m down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture and the dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from this dread of a life
On the far side of your mind's eye
There′s a well that's struck by drought
Writer(s): Andreas Wiberg, Love Andersson, Andreas Hollstrand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com