Paroles: Epica. Solitary Ground.

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Living at different places
Evading into various spaces
My compass has broken
I'm losing the way
An on-going madness has led me astray

In me there's still a place that fulfils me
A sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
If I try, can I find solid ground?

I follow elusive paths
Oh, it seems they've been written in stone
And the door to a new life is closing so fast
Burning the bridges will not bring me back

In me there's still a place that fulfils me
A sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
If I try, can I find solid ground?

In me there's still a place that fulfils me
A sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
If I try, can I find solid ground?

I know that in me there's still a place that fulfils me
A sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
If I try can I find solid ground?
Or am I just wasting time?
Wasting time... Oohh...