Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown

Tragic reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, Final psalm

Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the
Who Am I lyrics

Lying idle in my room, telling my thoughts to the moon:
Why do I always feel so unimportant?
To other egos my mind clings and inside these voices ring
That I'm just a carbon copy of everyon
 sand

Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the saviour of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses that you bear

Sacred conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised

Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the
Bye lyrics

Moi
je ne savais presque pas parler francais
quand on s'est connus tous les deux
de ton cote tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais
mais tu devinais dans mes yeux
et nous etions 
 sand

We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbour
And ha
Rest lyrics


Still, soft quietly spoken voice 
That persistenly calls my name 
And quickens my heart to come 
And I come 

[Chorus:]
And I rest in the shelter of Your love 
A
te for hatred's sake
Sometimes we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save

Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives

Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand.......