Текст песни Enchantment - Carve Me In Sand
Enchantment - Carve Me In Sand слова песни
Such are lovers more than grace can seemThe pictures of the immaculateEven their heaven bows to this earthThe fairest, beautiful and witheredNot even nature`s own shapes can imagineShameless and splendid with youthThe winds now blow with feathersAnd tomorrow I wer themHow the trees bow to subtletyAnd eden has fathered their soulsSavour the nights for rainYour impetus has left me shapelessBeat the passion and carve me in sandWondrous skills, fountains of the tomorrowA journey for dead lovers as even grief was sorryMy smiles leap through the ashes (and touching with pain)I touch with painSuch a poetry I have answered desireAnd as ever the innocent sleep withinTemptation lays to beating hands