Lirik Lagu Lines In The Sun - Dream Theater
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Sometimes, for a moment of blissAnd the passion, we're cravingThere's a message we missSometimes when the spirits left aloneWe must believe in somethingTo find if we've grown
Tragic reflex, shattered calmStatic progress, senses goneNumb awareness, final psalm
Swept away with the tideThrough the holes in my handsCrown of thornsAt my side drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes, if you're perfectly stillYou can hear the virgin weepingFor the savior of your willSometimes, your castles in the airAnd the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict, blessed prizeWeeping crosses, stainless eyesDesperate addict, faith disguised
Swept away with the tideThrough the holes in my handsCrown of thornsAt my side drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demonsInvite them into our homesHave supper with the aliensAnd fight the war aloneWe conjure up our skeletonsEnlist the den of theivesFrightened from our closetsThen sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousnessThere is a river cryingLiving comes much easier
Once we admitWe're dying
Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wakeThere's a bitterness we harborAnd hate for hatred's sakeSometime we dig an early graveAnd crucify our instinctsFor the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes a view from sinless eyesCenters our perspectiveAnd pacifies our criesSometimes the anguish we surviveAnd the mysteries we nurtureAre the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tideThrough the holes in my handsCrown of thornsAt my side drawing lines in the sand
Tragic reflex, shattered calmStatic progress, senses goneNumb awareness, final psalm
Swept away with the tideThrough the holes in my handsCrown of thornsAt my side drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes, if you're perfectly stillYou can hear the virgin weepingFor the savior of your willSometimes, your castles in the airAnd the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict, blessed prizeWeeping crosses, stainless eyesDesperate addict, faith disguised
Swept away with the tideThrough the holes in my handsCrown of thornsAt my side drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demonsInvite them into our homesHave supper with the aliensAnd fight the war aloneWe conjure up our skeletonsEnlist the den of theivesFrightened from our closetsThen sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousnessThere is a river cryingLiving comes much easier
Once we admitWe're dying
Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wakeThere's a bitterness we harborAnd hate for hatred's sakeSometime we dig an early graveAnd crucify our instinctsFor the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes a view from sinless eyesCenters our perspectiveAnd pacifies our criesSometimes the anguish we surviveAnd the mysteries we nurtureAre the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tideThrough the holes in my handsCrown of thornsAt my side drawing lines in the sand
