Lyrics

With every touch of the flame
They feel the same pain
One of deceit, love and loss
Like the growth of a moss

Waiting for the release
Which hinders the peace
Only seeing , blind pictures

Upon the wall of their troubled minds
Covering all the detour signs
As if to win, as if to complete
All the patchwork sheets

Waiting for the release
Which hinders the peace
Only seeing , blind pictures

Covering up the truth which hides
With lies upon this rolling tide
Which comes in upon their shore
And knocks upon their open door

Waiting for the release
Which hinders the peace
Only seeing , blind pictures