There's a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It's something I can't see or feel, but I know it's real. Touch me so I can see
There?s a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It?s something I can?t see or feel, but I know it?s real. Touch me so I can see
Traduction: Parlée. Silent Voice.
There?s a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It?s something I can?t see or feel, but I know it?s real. Touch me so I can
[spoken:] This the oldest story in the book... he desires the one thing he cannot have... my darling queen, I lay myself at your feet and I shall stay
break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend We stay silent
Safe in my own skin So nobody wins If I raise my voice Will someone get hurt? If I can feel it But I can't get touched If no truce was spoken
been broken Safe in my own skin So nobody wins If I raise my voice Will, someone get hurt? If I can feel it Then I can't get touched If no truths are spoken
if you leave me in the middle of winter Never to see the sun again Now that I am in Silent suffering It's not right It's not right In the voices Hard
not condemn But the everlasting shadow Makes mockery of it all No holy rays come down Lights from the lurid deep sea stream up the turrets silently
of this pain so necessary You are my sanctuary (Spoken:) Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice Him or her I shall follow As the water follows the moon, silently
that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can
from the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars Wartime prayers, wartime prayers In every language spoken,
had drowned. As we were, so perfect, so happy. [Spoken:] ?Why are you doing this?? she spoke without expecting a response. Her voice penetrated the
She spoke to me in a soft voice, offering words and images of extreme beauty, warm hands gripped my heart, blood covered lips they whispered, and assured
the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars Wartime prayers, wartime prayers In every language spoken, For
, if you leave me in the middle of winter Never to see the sun again Now that I am in silent suffering It's not right, it's not right In the voices
