Slow Suite I. Grey? Songtext
von Rausch
Slow Suite I. Grey? Songtext
Tonight in bed I feel it′s all been done before
The barren trees are gone there's new ones at the door
Plant them give them sunlight and then they′ll grow
Into familiar entities just like the ones you used to know
Start the pattern over when they spit on you you'll know the game
You'll punch the time clock of life
Absorb events that end the same
Time; inaccessible
Catastrophe; inevitable
Peace of mind comes at a price
But you can do it; work hard save up
Roll the dice
Although we feel we know the deal we need to know we′ll never know
Straight through until the end we can′t be sure how things might go
Maybe it's not all black and white
There′s nothing we need to do tonight
We live our lives through strings of choice
Would you like them to hear your voice?
Now I see it on your face
Everything's the same still maybe there′s a better place
Get up and start moving all the paths are old
None of them are new but maybe there's a hidden one of gold
Caught up in the moment there′s a lot of laundry to hang about
But as observer only you'll be able to hear you screaming out
Maybe it's not all black and white
There′s nothing we need to do tonight
We live our lives through strings of choice
Would you like them to hear your voice?
The barren trees are gone there's new ones at the door
Plant them give them sunlight and then they′ll grow
Into familiar entities just like the ones you used to know
Start the pattern over when they spit on you you'll know the game
You'll punch the time clock of life
Absorb events that end the same
Time; inaccessible
Catastrophe; inevitable
Peace of mind comes at a price
But you can do it; work hard save up
Roll the dice
Although we feel we know the deal we need to know we′ll never know
Straight through until the end we can′t be sure how things might go
Maybe it's not all black and white
There′s nothing we need to do tonight
We live our lives through strings of choice
Would you like them to hear your voice?
Now I see it on your face
Everything's the same still maybe there′s a better place
Get up and start moving all the paths are old
None of them are new but maybe there's a hidden one of gold
Caught up in the moment there′s a lot of laundry to hang about
But as observer only you'll be able to hear you screaming out
Maybe it's not all black and white
There′s nothing we need to do tonight
We live our lives through strings of choice
Would you like them to hear your voice?
Writer(s): Douglas S Rausch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com