Age Of Electric - Enya lyrics

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Enya, In your language is there a word for anger

Or is it in your temple where you hide?

Enya, In your temple you flowers bloom like fire

But now your colours faded and you're cold

Hide in your inner circle, Strength ain't muscle

Whatever makes it better, Hold onto your pride

In time your faith will wither, Fucked up and gone

Hurt won't live forever

Enya, In your garden all of your angels gather

Taking you into hiding, Under their wings

Enya, In your saviour can you find hope for future

Where all fears and angers won't cloud your way

Enya, In your shelter, Is there a fire for comfort

Burning your inhibitions away