The 3rd And The Mortal - Painting On Glass lyrics
Tracks 01. Magma
02. Commemoration 03. Crystal Orchids 04. Persistent And Fleeting 05. White Waters 06. Aurora Borealis 07. Dreamscapes 08. Aurora Australis 09. Azure 10. Veiled Exposure 11. Stairs 12. Eat the Distance 13. Vavonia (Part 2) 14. Horizons 01. Magma
The pulsation of my blood
The pressure splits my skin Magma floats Burns feeble flesh into ashes Sulphurous screams in my head In a petrified soul 02. Commemoration
I am bound to past
And stagnant presence Sallow faces, seducers Seize my threads of mind To suscipe pre animabus illis Quarum hodie memoriam facimus 03. Crystal Orchids
I gave you my word
And the shafts of light Opened the sky But as your shadow rise Passing colours in your mind I bow down silently I gave you my love As the rusting trees Sprinkled blades on the ground And as your shadow rise Passing colours in your mind I bow down silently Creeping frost pits my skin Crystal orchids blooming 04. Persistent And Fleeting
<b><i>[Instrumental + Voices]</i></b>
05. White Waters
<b><i>[Instrumental]</i></b>
06. Aurora Borealis
<b><i>[Instrumental]</i></b>
07. Dreamscapes
Evening thoughts
Reverie A Child A hot stuffy room A steamy face-curtained window Symbols gracefully painted on glass A short exhibition of a stealthy thought The gleam of morning Waking up 08. Aurora Australis
<b><i>[Instrumental]</i></b>
09. Azure
<b><i>[Instrumental]</i></b>
10. Veiled Exposure
I want to inhale you like fresh air
But slowly you spin a cocoon and disappear Let me open your seals and enter your garden Let me seek to find your well Then I'll sit down by the source And wait for the deep secrets to reveal I change with you I extricate some threads And make a place for you Then I become you And you become me... 11. Stairs
<b><i>[Instrumental]</i></b>
12. Eat the Distance
<b><i>[Instrumental + Voices]</i></b>
13. Vavonia (Part 2)
Behind your door
Landscapes Your name carved into a stone Rivers Water in your hands Salvation 14. Horizons
I seek your coast
Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Feeble questions Sounds from my throat |