A Tale for the Ages letra

Give me back one last chance to drink from the sky. I'm sick of chasing echoes and fighting a lost cause just to let words fly.
Once there was so much left to what was real but these days I'll never bet my hand on the first thing you feel. Eight generations passed on one last curse one last chance to shake free one million nights passed losing sense once so easy to see.
Fell short of real. Stuck in a world, with no in's or out's. "I've left to many lives behind," she cries. Stronger words for a fading will when a new language only serves to cut even deeper still, and pennies for your thoughts are simply wasted on chance, and we are twisting through years without looking ahead.

Hot Cross - Letras

• 4A:030401
• A Tale for the Ages
• A Voice Turned Vacant
• A Weekend Spent Askance
• Better a Corpse Than a Nun
• Between Minutes And Miles
• Blame The Truth
• Born On The Cusp
• Cardiac Silence
• Consonants
• Dissertation 14
• Existence
• Exits And Trails
• Fatefully
• Figure Eight
• Finance Fuels The Sickness At Heart
• Finger Redux
• Fire The Foundations
• Fortune Teller
• History Fell In The Heart Broke Open
• In Memory Of Morvern
• Kill The Name
• Lend Me Your Brain (I'm Building An Idiot)
• Patience And Prudence
• Prepare / Repair
• Pretty Picture Of A Broken Face
• Putting The Past Right
• Requiescat
• Scrape Wisdom
• Silence Is Failure
• Solanka
• Tacoma
• The Eye Is A Tricky Machine
• Throw Collars To The Wind
• Turncoat Revolution