Альбом The Gathering

it has always been in the back of my mind
dreaming about going to the corners of time
i always wanted to fly in strange machines

i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch the world war II and Cleopatra
flying...

could it be that my dream would come true
building a machine that would actually do
what i want it to do

russian revolution, let's do that in one day
Beethoven and Gershwin i think that would be o.k.
more than anything i wanna fly in strange machines

i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and see it with my eyes
watch Jesus rise, if he ever did
flying...

i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch renaissance and Chaka Khan
flying...

underneath the mask you've buried yourself into
it's coal-black
i am tired of the gulping that you do
every day a new face
what if i unscrew
your own identity
wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you?

the quicksand of life drags us
down into the circle
one day. we might not catch you

i feel sorry for what you try to do
breaking others down. to try and to pursue
your own selfish interests
i am starting to get sick of you

whatever happened ever since you left
you make yourself and me look like fools

kill me with your thoughts
use your mind
hand me over to this world
into death...

make me cry in vain
leave one tear
touch my face with your sigh
leave me against the stream
one hundred worlds will see me
passing by...

i close your eyes with my mouth
now you don't see anything
but you feel my breath all over
i can feel you too

although i don't really know you
i don't really care

cry with me, make my day
tomorrow all will be gone
all the sweetness and all the fun
no, i don't wanna know...

although i don't really know you
i don't really care

now that you're gone i don't know
how to really feel inside
baring the hope to see you again
i guess i never will

now that i do really know you
yes, i really care!

water travels by itself
inspires us to fear the sea
when it affects our state of mind
we drown in our make believe

those little drops that cover two thirds
eventually there will be nothing left
but water, this water

it rules but even so
it tears apart around us
throws itself high up in the sky
never will be able to tame

[in rememberance of Harold Gloudemans]

[Instrumental]

my dear, don't leave me now
close at the edge of my end
all this time you have been my friend
don't go, stay for a while

my dear, you're losing me now
this will be my last hour
hear my voice, see my face
see how sick i am
how i long for your embrace

i see him turn away
although my eyes are shut with emptiness
and again the rain falls down
together with me

this blood in my body runs for you
drink my tears as i cry

my heart and my mind crave for you
drink my tears as i cry

it is sad how the rain falls down

i see you walk away
falling down i cry and scream your name
and again the rain falls down
together with me

my ache is yours as i am
drink my tears as i cry