Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. - Victor Hugo
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Comfort in Your Strangeness
Woke up this morning I was staring at the ceiling cracks And roadmaps and landscapes and highways I have seen I have been To places far and deep in my mind Only to find Comfort in Your Strangeness
Of moving shadows when I call the wind by name Rushing Fire Water in the dark of a cloud I have seen I have been To places far and deep in my mind Only to find Comfort in Your Strangeness
We are slaves to the crimes we commit In fits of passion We shame We are nothing, we are nothing, we are nothing, we are nothing but The dust on Your feet Dying to be born again Singing Ether Water Fire Singing Earth Singing Air I have seen I have been To places far and deep in my mind Only to find Comfort in Your Strangeness
I have seen I have been To places far and deep in my mind Only to find Comfort in Your Strangeness
We are slaves to the crimes we commit In fits of passion We shame We are nothing, we are nothing, we are nothing, we are nothing but The dust on Your feet Dying to be born again Singing Ether Water Fire Singing Earth Singing Air I have seen I have been To places far and deep in my mind Only to find Comfort in Your Strangeness
I have seen I have been To places far and deep in my mind Only to find Comfort in Your Strangeness
dear tami
thanks for your words of encouragement.oh dear, this is such a lovely song.i like the lyrics.so meaningful. :}