Interpret:

Gathering, The

Album:

How To Measure A Planet?

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....