Song | Ghostly Echoes |
Artist | Amberian Dawn |
Album | End of Eden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Touching these walls I am feeling | |
How madness is growing in me. | |
I'm hearing these voices and I realise | |
This house is inside my mind. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I'm following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
‒ I'm sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. | |
Deluded and weak I'm feeling | |
Breathing walls against my palm. | |
Changing into something hostile and bad | |
This court is overpowering me. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I'm following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
‒ I'm sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. | |
I'm wide awake but I'm dreaming | |
‒ voices are calling for me. | |
Floting through hollow halls | |
In between the lines of madness and sanity. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I'm following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
‒ I'm sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. |
Touching these walls I am feeling | |
How madness is growing in me. | |
I' m hearing these voices and I realise | |
This house is inside my mind. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I' m following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
I' m sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. | |
Deluded and weak I' m feeling | |
Breathing walls against my palm. | |
Changing into something hostile and bad | |
This court is overpowering me. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I' m following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
I' m sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. | |
I' m wide awake but I' m dreaming | |
voices are calling for me. | |
Floting through hollow halls | |
In between the lines of madness and sanity. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I' m following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
I' m sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. |
Touching these walls I am feeling | |
How madness is growing in me. | |
I' m hearing these voices and I realise | |
This house is inside my mind. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I' m following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
I' m sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. | |
Deluded and weak I' m feeling | |
Breathing walls against my palm. | |
Changing into something hostile and bad | |
This court is overpowering me. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I' m following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
I' m sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. | |
I' m wide awake but I' m dreaming | |
voices are calling for me. | |
Floting through hollow halls | |
In between the lines of madness and sanity. | |
In the garden of this broken court | |
I am walking through and through these open doors | |
And I' m following the voice in a dream state | |
Following these calls from behind time. | |
The ghostly echoes... of cries and sobs... | |
I' m sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind. | |
The ghostly echoes... of whispers and moan... | |
The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | |
On my dream path through the trees. |