Обзор
Презентация
1 Verse:
I walk these streets of concrete grey
And count the seconds of the day
A silent movie,black and white
No reason for the endless fight
I see a plastic bag take flight
A hollow dance in pale sunlight
It tumbles,twists, a ghostly spin
With nothing out and nothing in
A prisoner of the wind's cold breath
A metaphor for living death.
Chorus:
Empty, turning,
Lost,and burning.
Seeking,yearning...
But never finding.
2 Verse:
The autumn leaves of gold and red
In graceful spirals fall like lead
They paint the ground,a fleeting show
Then where they go,I do not know
Like me,before I knew Your name
Just playing out a fleeting game
A pretty,falling, dying thing
Before the winter's bitter sting
A cyclic,meaningless display
That simply fades and falls away.
Chorus:
Empty,turning,
Lost,and burning.
Seeking,yearning...
But never finding.
Bridge:
I built my castles in the sand
With my own will,my own hand
But every wave that crashed ashore
Just proved that nothing was for sure
A chasing after my own breath
A slower,quieter kind of death.
Chorus:
Empty,turning,
Lost,and burning.
Seeking,yearning...
But now I'm finding.
Outro:
My anchor in the vast,wild sea
My meaning,it was always Thee.
The bag rests still,the leaves are past...
A truth that forever will last.
My soul can finally rest in Grace,
I've found my purpose,and my place.
