[falling into infinity. available on the fasten your seatbelts ]
[live bootleg. ]
- john petrucci
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Swept away with the tide
(swept away)
Through the holes in my hands
(in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
Tragic reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final psalm
Sacred conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised
Swept away with the tide
(swept away)
Through the holes in my hands
(in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
