Letra de Travel (Live)
Melodic stanzas Are symphonizing their way Through your weary headTo feed your distrust And fill it's mouth with the desire To soulfully be one with your creationNot a subject to control You call upon a higer power For help and inspirationThe crowd waits And turns their faces Towards you expectantly You give them what they need But their useless criticism Makes you die A bit more insideNot a subject to control You call upon a higer power For help and inspirationOh, I swoon While loudspeakers play soft musicLeaning Over your fourtieth masterpiece You must have loved The colour of these violinsI wish I knew you Your fit of insanity makes me sadI wish you knew Your music was to stay forever And I hope...I have no clue If you know how much it matters And i hope...