The image of God invisible. The first born of all life. Before and within. He holds it all in. One name, one faith, one Christ. . No one is good enough.
(Oh) Like April Showers on the slick cement. When I consider how our light is spent. Keeping the candles inside the cathedrals. Hold on tight, Don't go into the night.
Si j'ai bien toute ma mmoire. Disait Dieu dans un coin du ciel. J'avais commenc une histoire. Sur une plante nouvelle, toute bleue. Bleue, pour ne pas qu'on la confonde.
Tu voudrais qu'elle t'aime. T'as chang tes manires,. Tu prends des allures mondaines,. Tu racontes seulement. Tes voyages en premire,. En premire.. Tu veux qu'elle t'estime,.
Is this what you think of me, so hollow?. Seems to take the place of things left behind. Is this what becomes of us, never to be defined. Thoughts still left unsaid and.
As the deer panteth for the water. So my soul longeth after thee. You alone are my heart's desire. And I long to worship thee. . You alone are my strength, my shield.
men as trees, walking. . outside angels fall for us. outside giants rule again. outside we'll become like them. outside oh what a fine day. . I have my own symbols to dress.
a different world waits for me. a hideaway from all that's wrong. across the waves to enchanted isles. far away and there we'll stay. . we all live troubled lives.
"I am alone: there is no God where I am". pass the fields of white. leave the dead behind. so many impressions that night. everything surrounded by tears.
outside we sit at night and watch the stars and satellites. then we go inside, warm up our hands but not. the chill in my heart. . harmony harmony harmony.
look at the cat, it flies above my head. how will you live, how will you like it. look at the cat, it flies above your head. I can seldom be with you, I'm in doubt.
if it's good to live then it's better to be asleep dreaming. . has it all gone or will I fall awake. will I never return to be the same again. . droplets of memory are all that remain.
"everything is alright" you said. "it was all just a joke" you smiled. and I felt happy, I felt released. but as I woke this dream did cease. . yet Carcassonne was never so far.
This is the archetype that pre-exists the man. Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle. It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired.
If you get to know. The deepest feeling. You'll know well what pain means. When it's about real. Inner suffering. That bothers you 'til you're down on.
Rambling faces. Between foggy rails. Together alone. It's a gathering place. . Hide behind yourself. I can't understand. Walk on your own way. Maybe you will find a man.