Letras
Suddenly smitten with
The idea of tomorrow
As it hints at a mystery
Yet to be solved
Some unknown promises
A salve to the soul
In the murk of a moment
Meant for the past
Sure of doubt, as a constant to be
As enigma which thwarts
Efforts to grow
When wind has weight and
Light emits sound
Sure of doubt, as a constant to be
As enigma which thwarts
Efforts to grow
When wind has weight and
Light emits sound
Forgoing the light
Forgoing the light
Forgoing the light
Forgoing the light
And vortex alludes
To horrible beauty
Give in the abandon
With ominous glee
Without the pretense
Of knowing the tale
Nor the presence of mind
To guess how it ends
Sure of doubt, as a constant to be
As enigma which thwarts
Efforts to grow
When wind has weight and
Light emits sound
Sure of doubt, as a constant to be
As enigma which thwarts
Efforts to grow
When wind has weight and
Light emits sound
Forgoing the light
Forgoing the light
Forgoing the light
Forgoing the light