Voices - Theatre Of Tragedy

Re-focus on distant stars

Brings less voices to entertain us

We will always be here

Keep cheap platitudes again

Disagree with my own self

No such thing as 'Who am I?'

Growing weary

Subdue these sounds forever

Someone visited my mind in wonder

Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me

Voices say: «If you could set me free?»

Ignorant of the sublime

Someone said that the world is really strange

As revolving doors kept spinning

Up and down

In the world that I knew

I’ll always be there

Read to me a story now

Can you sing your lullaby?

Growing weary

I’ll be yours now

How can I be sure if I am me and you are you

It’s hard to say: «Go away»