Open the white doors To the field of thoughts Where no light dances Through the 6 panes (white pain) Sanat muodostuvat ajatusten galleriassa Tieto on
Svarar framtiden pa tomhetens forganga drommar Skapas kunskap av svalda ord ur bockers strommar Living in the inner worlds Collecting all the fallen
...och ater fran havens land Dessa tunna sidor tunga blad Vindar som noter stenar Vagor som skriver namn Nar livets grenar aro brutna Da tarfyllda ogon
Trang dig genom vaggens bud Till en varld utan ljud an exponent for number 10 and m(3) Ett rum (5,101 x 10(14)m(2)) i djupets botten is supposed to the
Skuggan foddes av smarta For livet som var borta Som vattnet i brunnen I en andlos tunnel En skur av het sno Kvaver asikter med rok Farger ar tystnadens
a crystal splendour The world is frozen to the core Take my hand and walk with me Through the corridors of snow and ice Through a gallery of reality
know exactly what you'll be In his gallery Just not fair And it's tearing me apart You're just another priceless work of art In his gallery In his gallery
[1] I remember the time when I saw you Standing there all alone in a crowd I remember the time Cos we drank too much wine Chorus We all join hands And
Hey ho wish you well, wish you well, wish you well... Hey ho wish you well, wish you well... Hey ho wish you well Everybody wanna yell High fly touch
The boys are getting rowdy, Skys are getting cloudy, And we're standing in the rain. My feet are getting wetter, Now I'm feeling better, And we're all
Myzsterious Mizster Jones. He'll wanna read your palm and keep you calm Got a voodoo head on a lucky charm With a snake tattoo going down his arm -
songs I think I know what you're doin', I'm away But believe me, I'll believe they're simple mistakes I've been worn away by birthday memories and galleries
I feel the eyes All stare at me Nowhere to hide They see into my mind Know they're alive Look not glazed Like he who died In the picture frame My photo
Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He couldn't be, no he couldn't be In the gallery, no no, in the gallery And then you
falling I'm searching high and low for hold Right on the brink of ruin If I could hear your calls reflected to the nines Revealing precious memories The whispering gallery
did you light This fire under me? One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery. And paint you a picture of the queen. And if sometimes I sing to a cynical
Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer In all your giving, given is the answer Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter Than the brightest flower
And ride with us young bonny lass With the angels of the night Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite On an out size unicorn Rough-shod winging sky blue