Porcupine Tree : Spiral Circus
Les paroles
1. BURNING SKY
(Instrumental)
2. VOYAGE 34
(No lyrics available)
3. ALWAYS NEVER
I feel no pain
Cos I'm an island
I will remain
In the deafness of your silence
I love you sometimes
Always Never
He said you're here
Here with me now
I feel no gain
When you're around me
I'll try again
In the darkness you astound me
It's growing cold
I'm growing old
Is this the only way to see the fire?
It's raining...
4. RADIOACTIVE TOY
Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain
Give me the freedom to destroy
Give me radioactive toy
Taste the water from a stream of running death
Eat the apple and cough a dying breath
Feel the sun burning through your black skin
Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin
Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day
Spit the dirt out and try to say...
5. UP THE DOWNSTAIR
Sleep
Until the colours dissolve
Leave the dream to rain-soak forever
In blessed moments
Viewed from trains of half-truths
Monuments burn into moments
Up into other worlds
Other ascensions
Without deep sorrow to endure
Black Sunday of sleep
Open for small angel escapes
Moved by buildings to tears
They week in the rain
Am I at home?
Am I in heaven?
Gentle Architecture
6. NOT BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
2. VOYAGE 34
(No lyrics available)
3. ALWAYS NEVER
I feel no pain
Cos I'm an island
I will remain
In the deafness of your silence
I love you sometimes
Always Never
He said you're here
Here with me now
I feel no gain
When you're around me
I'll try again
In the darkness you astound me
It's growing cold
I'm growing old
Is this the only way to see the fire?
It's raining...
4. RADIOACTIVE TOY
Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain
Give me the freedom to destroy
Give me radioactive toy
Taste the water from a stream of running death
Eat the apple and cough a dying breath
Feel the sun burning through your black skin
Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin
Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day
Spit the dirt out and try to say...
5. UP THE DOWNSTAIR
Sleep
Until the colours dissolve
Leave the dream to rain-soak forever
In blessed moments
Viewed from trains of half-truths
Monuments burn into moments
Up into other worlds
Other ascensions
Without deep sorrow to endure
Black Sunday of sleep
Open for small angel escapes
Moved by buildings to tears
They week in the rain
Am I at home?
Am I in heaven?
Gentle Architecture
6. NOT BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE
(Instrumental)
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