Paroles de 'The Sage' par The Color Green

Sliding off your fingertips
Is the ghost of a dream that just drifts
It's too weak to hold on
Tearing up the memories
All the while too busy to feed
It won't get very far….it won't get far
Listen up to the sage
Through the darkness you will find your way
Listen to what he does not say
In that silence you will find your rage

Shadows bend and break
Looking for the moment to take
The light that burns in your soul
But while they steal and lie
They never do realize
That their credit's no good….it ain't no good.

Listen up to the sage
Through the shadows you will find your way
Listen to what he does not say
In that silence you will find your rage

Let him speak your name
Let him speak your name
Let him speak your name
Let him speak your name

Listen up to the sage
Through the sadness you will find your way
Listen to what he does not say
In that silence you will find your rage

And you'll be free, you'll be found
You'll be thundering like the darkest clouds
Let him breathe, tell him what you need
Let his vision bring on back your dreams

Sliding off your fingertips
Is the ghost of a pain that just drifts
You don't need it no more