[00:05.78]lines in the sand
[00:09.57]dream theater
[00:13.46]falling into infinity
[00:17.36]
[00:21.30]music: dream theater
[00:25.30]lyrics: john petrucci
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[02:46.44]sometimes, for a moment of bliss
[02:53.54]and the passion, we're craving
[02:57.68]there's a message we miss
[03:01.74]sometimes when the spirits left alone
[03:09.02]we must believe in something
[03:12.92]to find if we've grown
[03:15.78]
[03:19.35]tragic reflex, shattered calm
[03:22.05]static progress, senses gone
[03:24.94]numb awareness, final psalm
[03:29.13]
[03:34.05]swept away with the tide
[03:40.93]through the holes in my hands
[03:47.66]crown of thorns at my side
[03:54.49]drawing lines in the sand
[03:58.38]
[04:13.42]sometimes, if you're perfectly still
[04:20.90]you can hear the virgin weeping
[04:24.51]for the savior of your will
[04:28.84]sometimes, your castles in the air
[04:36.07]and the fantasies you're seeking
[04:40.10]are the crosses you bear
[04:43.44]
[04:46.58]sacred conflict, blessed prize
[04:49.22]weeping crosses, stainless eyes
[04:52.59]desperate addict, faith disguised
[04:56.83]
[05:01.18]swept away with the tide
[05:08.08]through the holes in my hands
[05:14.84]crown of thorns at my side
[05:21.70]drawing lines in the sand
[05:25.44]
[07:28.95]we fabricate our demons
[07:32.76]invite them into our homes
[07:36.70]have supper with the aliens
[07:40.38]and fight the war alone
[07:44.44]we conjure up our skeletons
[07:48.42]enlist the den of thieves
[07:52.67]frightened from our closets
[07:56.44]then sewn upon our sleeves
[07:59.93]
[08:02.76]in the stream of consciousness
[08:10.99]there is a river crying
[08:18.98]living comes much easier
[08:26.31]
[08:27.54]once we admit
[08:32.26]we're dying
[08:35.99]
[10:16.42]sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
[10:23.70]there's a bitterness we harbor
[10:27.98]and hate for hatred's sake
[10:31.92]sometime we dig an early grave
[10:39.66]and crucify our instincts
[10:42.98]for the hope we couldn't save
[10:45.95]
[10:47.36]sometimes a view from sinless eyes
[10:54.64]centers our perspective
[10:59.01]and pacifies our cries
[11:02.88]sometimes the anguish we survive
[11:10.09]and the mysteries we nurture
[11:15.00]are the fabrics of our lives
[11:18.07]
[11:21.65]swept away with the tide
[11:28.59]through the holes in my hands
[11:35.39]crown of thorns at my side
[11:41.99]drawing lines in the sand
[11:47.55]
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