作词 : Antonsson, Strid The decision is mine Will I remain the same The cost of getting forced Into something that Used to be a game The fragments of joy The fragments of faith I can still recall When I feel that I'm present, I just know If there's anything I should regret I would've been told Counting hours Counting days Will you listen Will you play Is there anyone Who can get it done? Taking me back to the place That I once belonged What if tomorrow Was gently taken Away from me Away from me Awaking the memories Was I meant to get old Repressing the agonies Start breaking the mold And the faith Comes back to life Still waiting for A constant thing to react But I will save myself Some of the time Keep aiming for A constant thing to react As the sleeper awakes Mesmerized by the memories That walk by my side Shelter comes easy As soon as sadness sets in By an impulse the search will begin Searching, collecting All the things I possess a detecting The insight I've Earned in distress Learning, finally I know How to breathe Turning, turning away From the greed So unpleasant It strikes whenever I call So relentless As I fall A grand awakening Will kill it all Nevertheless I'll be my own precious god I can't resist The things I've missed And I'll make sure that it Will last the time I will insist What if tomorrow Was taken away from me Away from me Away from me Awaking the memories Was I meant to get old Repressing the agonies Start breaking the mold (Start breaking the mold) And the faith Comes back to life Still waiting for A constant thing to react But I will save myself Some of the time Keep aiming for A constant thing to react As the sleeper awakes
作词 : Antonsson, Strid The decision is mine Will I remain the same The cost of getting forced Into something that Used to be a game The fragments of joy The fragments of faith I can still recall When I feel that I'm present, I just know If there's anything I should regret I would've been told Counting hours Counting days Will you listen Will you play Is there anyone Who can get it done? Taking me back to the place That I once belonged What if tomorrow Was gently taken Away from me Away from me Awaking the memories Was I meant to get old Repressing the agonies Start breaking the mold And the faith Comes back to life Still waiting for A constant thing to react But I will save myself Some of the time Keep aiming for A constant thing to react As the sleeper awakes Mesmerized by the memories That walk by my side Shelter comes easy As soon as sadness sets in By an impulse the search will begin Searching, collecting All the things I possess a detecting The insight I've Earned in distress Learning, finally I know How to breathe Turning, turning away From the greed So unpleasant It strikes whenever I call So relentless As I fall A grand awakening Will kill it all Nevertheless I'll be my own precious god I can't resist The things I've missed And I'll make sure that it Will last the time I will insist What if tomorrow Was taken away from me Away from me Away from me Awaking the memories Was I meant to get old Repressing the agonies Start breaking the mold (Start breaking the mold) And the faith Comes back to life Still waiting for A constant thing to react But I will save myself Some of the time Keep aiming for A constant thing to react As the sleeper awakes
