Letra de Travel
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...