Tekster:
The Echoing Green

When you were a small child, Joy was in your hands There amongst the flowers, Blooming in the land A field of grace, a stream of doubts A thought

Well, we're looking at the cover, spending all our time Just staring at the magazine Well, look who's on the cover wasting all our time Some psuedo

Staring in the face of fallacy Stepping on the glass of serenity Sleeping in the arms of irony... I find you. You taste the crime And slowly remind

Pink a snow sleigh ride You are good, you were kind and the magic book defines To be young and in love is a gift laced in gold All the years have

Everything is calm Yet something feels wrong Things are falling on the path you walk along You can feel the attack Weighing up on your back Suffocating

A broken heart a rosy stain... forgotten pain just a picture that you're always repainting after the rain Don't tell me that it's so worth saving

Baruch Ha Shem (Praise the Lord) Ha Messiah Yeshua (the Messiah Jesus) Elyon Sabaoth (the most high Lord of hosts) Baruch Ha Shem (Praise the Lord)

You always felt alone You wanted to run and go Try to make it on your own With your hurt and sorrow There's a place where you can seek His face

Taking ahold of destiny And coming undone Blind the soul and stain the feet Quenching the sun There's an effigy of who I was I'm tearing it down An epiphany