Interpret:

Dead Can Dance

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Within the realm of dying sun

We scale the face of reason
to find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
of life lest we forget
And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
with all of it's misery and wretched lies
away from harm


We lay by cool still waters
and gazed into the sun
And like the moths great imperfection
succumbed to her fatal charms
And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love
the victim of fools who watch and stand in line
away from harm


In our vain pursuit
of life for one's own end
Will this crooked path
ever cease to end