Текст песни Sieges Even - The Waking Hours
Sieges Even - The Waking Hours слова песни
I search the missing linkthat interlinks the tattered ends of a chain undoneI watch the faceless shades passing by in lethargic state,dreaming of something to occur.I walk through canyons of concrete where the poet gets lostand a walking eye weeps, where no visionary dares to reside.And I sense Sisyphus climbing the hill with panting stepsfor this sad time weighs his run.In every waking hourIn any kind of golden lightIn every moment of conceptionIn every hour you try to feelalways lies a sense of changeI feel the sense of change as Sisyphus clutches at lifebut the lifeless shades of monotony obscure his brightest dayIs all that`s left a plain choise, to last or to fallon the edge of collective drab?Must we find fortune in constant revolt?In every waking hourIn any kind of golden lightIn every moment of conceptionIn every hour you try to awake