Tystnaden - The Canvas lyrics

rate me

The world through his eyes is like twisted As a thin London rain in his discontents pour down on him And ragin clouds press his thoughts in a vice of blue Grief and black agony. Can't find my dreams in the darkest night without you In my romance, without you As a thin London rain glides away, I couldn't explain to myself what he wants What he seeks Reading in his eyes is like observing the frame of a picture Disowning it's canvas with the oil-paints fallen down in the darkness of oblivion. All he wishes is a burst of lonely words, vegetate in a hell of talkin' eyes. You wear your life A fancy-dress for masses An evidence of your thoughts You don't want but you feel alone He's waiting for long Silence around Only the noise of his time passing by Just a trick of the light blinded him for all these grey days discovering all his hope Absent-mindedness draws away from his pursuit And he becomes just an actor of himself This rain doesn't stop If you want, can change your dress But you can't deny that you are already wet Let your spirit free Through windows of your mind No! You can't deny you're already... Please tell me that what you are Ever screams stronger than What you just want to appear. Please tell me now what you are Ever screams stronger than What you just want to appear. Moon and sun passed their days lightning his eyes Over his head Only the noises of the time just passing by. He crashes to the ground for the first time