The evening sun shines on the sea Forgotten dreams come back to me A river run dry returns in flood
It was a very special magic moment's glance A dreamer back in paradise Every word you said still echoes in my ears
When I close my eyes I still hear every noise I would not waste a minute, if I had the choice If I could make the winds raise with a prayer I would call them all to take me there
Rivers run dry, but waters flow No sun in the sky, but flowers grow A silent scream that hurts my ears A friendly word that causes fears
We live in the age of the paradox man In riddles we speak and riddles we are
From the day of our birth we are searching for tenderness For the love we need and acceptance we seek without cautiousness With every day that goes by our demands grow While our conscience seems to get less I am just like this myself And so that is what I confess
It is a wired game we play How I wish there was somebody
How many times in my life have I sold my own identity Have I been the victim of my own incapacity
Sometimes we are close to reach a shore Sometimes we are close to drowning From our first day to the last There are some precious moments in between
Rivers run dry, but waters flow No sun in the sky, but flowers grow "Yes" we say, but "No" we mean Mostly things are not what they seem
We live in an age of paradoxes But nobody knows what they mean anymore
Wasting years with a second's levity Undermining laws of gravity Generations sacrificed on the altar of progress If there would only be a place somewhere That could offer me some rest Where I could stay until this storm is over