He Tried to Show Them Magic / Ambassadors Return Songtext
von Pure Reason Revolution
He Tried to Show Them Magic / Ambassadors Return Songtext
And as we feared the suns shadows cover you
Presence and Greed the one shines from over you
All it can mean in mind shadows cover you
Echoes of hours through time shine from over you
Be free. The grown men cloned to conquer worlds.
(It came in colours from the ground.)
Weak feelings grow.
Teased men of old. He′ll raise them? Sick!
Chase around me? Greed!
He thieves from lovers. Freed! Rediscover Gleam!
Shattered Colours. Scream! Then recover. Flash door!
Tight claw! By change in the night. We're inside her she eyes.
No one speaks. The light of morning .
He′s a phase lies the Dead Skin residue. Overrun
leave the Towns there's no one. Seething haste
cries the state indebted to. Underdone left
to drown he's no one. Weak feelings grow.
Teases men old. He′ll raise them? Sick? Chase
around me? Greed?
I crammed in a thousand
hours to fight with the shaded Quicksilver
moon. The million-bright ambassadors
The million-bright. The million-bright ambassadors
of morning. Gone!
He showed them magic in the dark third unknown.
Free them I′m so far gone.
Save your place & find your friends is
all we see or seem but a dream within a dream?
Presence and Greed the one shines from over you
All it can mean in mind shadows cover you
Echoes of hours through time shine from over you
Be free. The grown men cloned to conquer worlds.
(It came in colours from the ground.)
Weak feelings grow.
Teased men of old. He′ll raise them? Sick!
Chase around me? Greed!
He thieves from lovers. Freed! Rediscover Gleam!
Shattered Colours. Scream! Then recover. Flash door!
Tight claw! By change in the night. We're inside her she eyes.
No one speaks. The light of morning .
He′s a phase lies the Dead Skin residue. Overrun
leave the Towns there's no one. Seething haste
cries the state indebted to. Underdone left
to drown he's no one. Weak feelings grow.
Teases men old. He′ll raise them? Sick? Chase
around me? Greed?
I crammed in a thousand
hours to fight with the shaded Quicksilver
moon. The million-bright ambassadors
The million-bright. The million-bright ambassadors
of morning. Gone!
He showed them magic in the dark third unknown.
Free them I′m so far gone.
Save your place & find your friends is
all we see or seem but a dream within a dream?
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