Testi:
Max Kevin

All in all we're fading Like a soul lost in the wilderness We're cold and we're cut off from it Not knowing where it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem

As the sand shifts cool beneath your feet By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin so sweet Your hair the darkest loom Like

You are the center of your own private little constellation And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable And you like the way it

Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach If you listen close enough you

Oh the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the 21st century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony The litany of

And they said we wouldn't last And they said the years would break our backs So here we are again my friend To mystify their narrow plans You and I were

Oh tell me do you live in dreams You're not exactly what you seem to be Yeah, we want to follow Alycen But come tomorrow we will want to run from Alycen

I ran into your arms, like Moses parted water And I ran into your arms like an angel to the Father I ran into your arms like a soul that has departed

Here we are 21st century darlings All we are is just spinning wheels Headless kings without the will to dream Tarot cards and saccharin Dating games