Through To An End Songtext
von Portraits of Past

Withheld promises
And shots well past
Floated out to sea
Reduced to trash
You chose your own path
Mouths of glass
Mouths full of glass

Walking along the sand
How dark the waves, his gaze!
The sun burns through the fog
No home left

Withheld promises
And shots well past
Violent weakness
Aspersions cast
You chose your own path
Sick of the attack


Walking along the sand
How dark the waves, his gaze!
The sun burns through the fog
No home left

Walking along the sand
The sun burns through the fog
Tell me how can I
Make it through to an end

Float and flow
To an end
Where did you go?
To an end

Walking through the sand
The sun burns through the fog
Tell me how can I
Make it through to an end

Walking along
Tell me how can I
Make it through to an end