Song Length |
4:23 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
Lyrics
Behind
My closed eyes
A hundred thousand mirrors all reflect the light
All our stones
And precious gold
Are but tiny fragments from this other world
Colors dance
Through stained glass
In this private cathedral my head
I am nothing but the place where it all unfolds
There's no time
Here in this shrine
Months and instants slip through my spine
No words
It's all a blur
We know it from our dreams and between death and birth
Disregard
All façades
As an atheist looks in the eyes of god
I am nothing but the place where it all unfolds