Besedila: Sinch. Clearing the Channel. What They Mean When They Say.
Focusing myself
Finding clues in you and everyone else
We're hearts on a shelf
Believing that we're saved
Sometimes these things aren't
Really supposed to work out this way
What can you say
When finally there's no time
Like the moment to shine right through
I'm starting to understand what they mean
When they say this is going to hurt
I am still laughing at myself
Suspicious visions blame it all on somebody else
'Cause I can't be held
Responsible for fate
Write down these words I can't understand
What I create it may be too late
When finally there's no time
Like the moment to shine right through
I'm starting to understand what they mean
When they say this is going to hurt
So if I'm asking the wrong questions
Could you point me the right way?
Because what I've been searching for
Is something real, well defined
With a Buddhas heart and
Nostradamus' thorn in my side
Let the feelings come to light
In the sound it's our life
We can keep it up all night and day
Sideways endlessly through and out
Round and round and round and round
Till finally there's no time l
Like the moment to shine right through
I'm starting to understand what they mean
When they say this is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt
Finding clues in you and everyone else
We're hearts on a shelf
Believing that we're saved
Sometimes these things aren't
Really supposed to work out this way
What can you say
When finally there's no time
Like the moment to shine right through
I'm starting to understand what they mean
When they say this is going to hurt
I am still laughing at myself
Suspicious visions blame it all on somebody else
'Cause I can't be held
Responsible for fate
Write down these words I can't understand
What I create it may be too late
When finally there's no time
Like the moment to shine right through
I'm starting to understand what they mean
When they say this is going to hurt
So if I'm asking the wrong questions
Could you point me the right way?
Because what I've been searching for
Is something real, well defined
With a Buddhas heart and
Nostradamus' thorn in my side
Let the feelings come to light
In the sound it's our life
We can keep it up all night and day
Sideways endlessly through and out
Round and round and round and round
Till finally there's no time l
Like the moment to shine right through
I'm starting to understand what they mean
When they say this is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt
Clearing The Channel
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