Текст песни Dan Swano - In Empty Phrases
Dan Swano - In Empty Phrases слова песни
Here I am in my chamberIn my room full of wordsAlways searching for patterns that will give life to a lineMy poetry is frozen though it`s beginning to meltThe solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written downSentence after sentence in a language not mineLoss of point no directionA jigsaw where no pieces fitI envy the writers and the ts who knowthe way to the places were poetry growThere is no harvest if you never sowSo I beg. steal and borrow wherever I goIf words were like music this would be a bookBut this is not even worth the time that it tookNot even a novel just a self-pity talewritten by someone that always will failSo very fragile insideThat`s why I hide in the empty phrases