Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Storm

Two views of the locations merging into three or more 
An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars 


Re-focus on distant stars 
Brings less voices to entertain us 
We will always be here 
Keep cheap platitudes again 


Disagree with my own self 
No such thing as 'Who am I?' 
Growing weary 


Subdue these sounds forever 
Someone visited my mind in wonder 
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me 
Voices say: "If you could set me free?" 


Ignorant of the sublime 
Someone said that the world is really strange 
As revolving doors kept spinning 
Up and down 


In the world that I knew 
I'll always be there 
Read to me a story now 
Can you sing your lullaby? 
Growing weary 


I'll be yours now 
How can I be sure if I am me and yo