The Gathering - Travel şarkı sözleri

Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
and fill its mouth with desire
to soulfully be one with your creation

Not a subject to control
you call upon a higher power
for help and inspiration

The crowd waits
and they turn their faces towards you
expectantly
You give them what they need
but their useless critisism
makes you die a bit more inside

Not a subject to control
you call upon a higher power
for help and inspiration

Ooh, I swoon
while loud speakers play soft music

Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins

I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad

I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope...

I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And I hope...