| Song | Erosion |
| Artist | IQ |
| Album | The Seventh House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Erosion Where do | |
| I start? This thing’s tearing us apart | |
| Nothing is clear, where do we go from here? | |
| No wonder in sight, not even the blackest night | |
| So where do | |
| I start? It only remains to empty this heart | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay | |
| Now when I sleep, | |
| I reach for the book | |
| I keep In my hour of need | |
| I turn to the pages no one will read | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I live through this a thousand times every day | |
| All the time that | |
| I’m held in suspension | |
| And unable to make myself heard | |
| I can’t hold back the tide of erosion | |
| And the vision that haunts me is blurred | |
| Been as cold as | |
| I can since who knows when | |
| Would that | |
| I could feel now as | |
| I did then | |
| Get in out of the light, avoid the glare | |
| Lost and out on a limb, miles from anywhere | |
| All the time that | |
| I’m held in suspension | |
| And unable to make myself heard | |
| I can’t hold back the tide of erosion | |
| And the vision that haunts me is blurred | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I live through this a thousand times every day |
| Erosion Where do | |
| I start? This thing' s tearing us apart | |
| Nothing is clear, where do we go from here? | |
| No wonder in sight, not even the blackest night | |
| So where do | |
| I start? It only remains to empty this heart | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay | |
| Now when I sleep, | |
| I reach for the book | |
| I keep In my hour of need | |
| I turn to the pages no one will read | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I live through this a thousand times every day | |
| All the time that | |
| I' m held in suspension | |
| And unable to make myself heard | |
| I can' t hold back the tide of erosion | |
| And the vision that haunts me is blurred | |
| Been as cold as | |
| I can since who knows when | |
| Would that | |
| I could feel now as | |
| I did then | |
| Get in out of the light, avoid the glare | |
| Lost and out on a limb, miles from anywhere | |
| All the time that | |
| I' m held in suspension | |
| And unable to make myself heard | |
| I can' t hold back the tide of erosion | |
| And the vision that haunts me is blurred | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I live through this a thousand times every day |
| Erosion Where do | |
| I start? This thing' s tearing us apart | |
| Nothing is clear, where do we go from here? | |
| No wonder in sight, not even the blackest night | |
| So where do | |
| I start? It only remains to empty this heart | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay | |
| Now when I sleep, | |
| I reach for the book | |
| I keep In my hour of need | |
| I turn to the pages no one will read | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I live through this a thousand times every day | |
| All the time that | |
| I' m held in suspension | |
| And unable to make myself heard | |
| I can' t hold back the tide of erosion | |
| And the vision that haunts me is blurred | |
| Been as cold as | |
| I can since who knows when | |
| Would that | |
| I could feel now as | |
| I did then | |
| Get in out of the light, avoid the glare | |
| Lost and out on a limb, miles from anywhere | |
| All the time that | |
| I' m held in suspension | |
| And unable to make myself heard | |
| I can' t hold back the tide of erosion | |
| And the vision that haunts me is blurred | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay | |
| Everything that | |
| I came to trust slipped away | |
| I live through this a thousand times every day |