Lyrics Dying Passion

Dying Passion

Intangible

When hopelessness creeps into you mind,

When the weary spirit doesn't know where to turn first

Up to the surface rises whatever I've loved

Though air-tightly locked against the outer world

I'm full of illusions, I don't realize the time I spent

with searching ....

In the pace of the tide going to and fro

I am the blind without a stick and black glasses

All around seems vain and foolish

When the waves grow and the wind keeps wailing

On the wings of a seagull setting me free.

In the rush of surreal sensation I fly higher

I may even touch the glow of stars painlessly

I'll be forced to carry my cross again

Though its weight is intangible 'cause I know

All bad turns out good on the way to innocence.