Interpret:

Gathering, The

Album:

Sleepy Buildings

Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head


To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation


Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration


The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside


Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration


Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music


Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins


I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad


I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope....


I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And i hope....