On the horizont lies,
Distant memory that binds,
Shattered wings and the innocence,
That makes me strong beyond my own sense,
In these eyes I hide,
Harder seems to fool,
Me cause I have left my soul, at the door,
I can be the one who choose,
I can be the one who makes you loose,
Consciousness inside, has died
Have I fallen down on my knees,
In this dream, I am not asleep,
Have I fallen but I haven't walked,
This road, before, with you
Broken glass on me I'm lost,
There's nowhere else to put my trust,
As I fly from this I swear,
I can make you understand,
Nothing lost, nothing gained,
And I can try to play the game,
Shatered wings still remain
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.