Travel – The GatheringBy Melodic stanzasAre symphonizing their wayThrough your weary headTo feed your distrustAnd fill it’s mouth with the desireTo soulfully be one with your creationNot a subject to controlYou call upon a higher powerFor help and inspirationThe crowd waitsAnd turns their facesTowards you expectantlyYou give them what they needBut their useless criticismMakes you dieA bit more insideNot a subject to controlYou call upon a higher powerFor help and inspirationOh, I swoonWhile loudspeakers play soft musicLeaningOver your fourtieth masterpieceYou must have lovedThe colour of these violinsI wish I knew youYour fit of insanity makes me sadI wish you knewYour music was to stay foreverAnd I hope…I have no clueIf you know how much it mattersAnd I hope… www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20