The Art of Giving In Songtext
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The Art of Giving In Songtext
Rain on my face
One thousand scars
One thousand schemes
I tried but failed and failed again
Stain on my soul
One thousand stars
One thousand years have passed
From where i once began
The skin′s like a map
With cities built on dreams
Engraved with hopes and fears
In a shadow play
Our art is weak and poor
Pretend and strut away
And all the world's one big rotten stage
Winning, losing
Running, falling
Time ticks off
The night keeps crawling
Forward, backward
Up and down, there is no key
There′s no way out
Of here flying higher'til the sun
Burns the wings of a dream
And we're digging deeper, deeper
To where all dignity is lost and gone
We have seen too much
Haven′t seen it all
Behind the masquerade
The actors still parade
We keep clinging on
To houses built to last
Built of sand and straw and of air
Chasing, killing
Feeding, choking
Time ticks off
The jesters crawling
Further, further
Ever deeper
To the cleft, until we lose all breath
Flying higher
Until the heat burns the wings of a dove
And we′re digging deeper, deeper
To the point of no return
Flying higher'til the sun
Burns the wings of a dream
Yes we′re flying higher, higher
Until the heat burns the wings of a dove
One thousand scars
One thousand schemes
I tried but failed and failed again
Stain on my soul
One thousand stars
One thousand years have passed
From where i once began
The skin′s like a map
With cities built on dreams
Engraved with hopes and fears
In a shadow play
Our art is weak and poor
Pretend and strut away
And all the world's one big rotten stage
Winning, losing
Running, falling
Time ticks off
The night keeps crawling
Forward, backward
Up and down, there is no key
There′s no way out
Of here flying higher'til the sun
Burns the wings of a dream
And we're digging deeper, deeper
To where all dignity is lost and gone
We have seen too much
Haven′t seen it all
Behind the masquerade
The actors still parade
We keep clinging on
To houses built to last
Built of sand and straw and of air
Chasing, killing
Feeding, choking
Time ticks off
The jesters crawling
Further, further
Ever deeper
To the cleft, until we lose all breath
Flying higher
Until the heat burns the wings of a dove
And we′re digging deeper, deeper
To the point of no return
Flying higher'til the sun
Burns the wings of a dream
Yes we′re flying higher, higher
Until the heat burns the wings of a dove
Writer(s): Arno Menses, Markus Steffen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com