The Gathering

Jun 27, 2005 16:58

Gathering

"On Most Surfaces (Inuit)"

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tells me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see

"Great Ocean Road"

It is all there
The earth and the ocean
They contain the power
of our lives

This beautiful city
that surrenders
to the nightfall
Carving the grounds
we walk upon

And the air
We all dare
to ride it somehow

Blue and black is the sky
While tumbling down
Trapped into the freedom
of an aeroplane

Deprived of sleep
we jump into the deep
With no knowledge whatsoever

There is no place
on the face
of this earth
Only silence
is the sound
of an angel

"Saturine"

The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
all the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care

You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time

Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care

You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time

You don't have to preach
all the time
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