In the absence of light,
and shadows crawl upon the wall,
to reflect that state of mind,
the strength of dreams conquers the fall.
Love the lonely sun.
As waves of memories which drown my past,
break themselves upon the shore of hope,
I'm
wandering on a sea of glass.
Life unfolds its rope to keep me warm.
Way down inside,
all the scars of love then come back to my mind.
I,
I couldn't hold,
until those wild
and dreary days of my life.
Passion still kept in a cage,
as a lonesome prisoner of thoughts,
opens up its eyes and unlocks the gate,
for guilty was the verdict,
and co-op are a feeling of blue.
Like the sun, I'm waiting for the night,
for a new day's dawn then,
as its warm melt the ice,
and freeze that
thought of longing,
until the evening comes.
Way down inside,
all the scars of love then come back to my mind.
I,
I couldn't hold,
until those wild and dreary days of my life.
Way down inside,
all the scars of love then come back to my mind.
I,
I couldn't hold,
until those wild and dreary days of my life.
And way down inside,
all the scars of love then come back to my mind.
I,
I couldn't hold,
until those wild and dreary days of my life.
Way down inside.
Way down inside.
Way down inside.