Všechno to začalo na přelomu roku 1985, když studenti - kytarista John Petrucci a baskytarista John Myung potkali bubeníka Mike Portnoya ve zkušebním studiu na prestižní hudební konzervatoři Berklee v Bostnu. A tak se stal malý zázrak, který jim...

Píseň: Lines In The Sand

Interpret:
Dream Theater
Album:
Falling Into Infinity
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown


Tragic reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final psalm


Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand


Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear


Sacred conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised


Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands, yeah)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand


We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves


In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying


Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save


Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives


Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide, yeah)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes, holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns in my side)
Drawing lines in the sand