Travel Lyrics - The Gathering

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...