Tales Of The Knife Lyrics - 2003

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I die for the space between
I can see you in front of me
We wrestle with Scars
That separate
On the other side of things
We're covered with different wings
>The lines that we walk are thin

Never falling down
Always wear the crown
All above the crowd

Will you come walk with me?
Will you die with me?
At a place don't make me find a better way
Will you fly with me?
Will you live with me?
At a place don't make me find a better way

The skies we fly today
The cars we drive away
Aprehensive soul in me
Separates
I need to touch your eyes
Meet this fall and roll the dice

At a place so far away
We can leave this game behind sin will run
And we'll run to the only one
Then we'll find ourselves today