Analog Park

Lyrics
In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer It is coming my way I patiently wait I see the sign, it's on the road And I think it's crazy In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch The sandy feet of the children Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces You see the sign, it's on the road But I think you're crazy You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief As I easily get inner contact with myself I notice distress grabbing for my throat It is time to reach out To find something that isn't there You see the signs, they're on the road But I think it's crazy You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief
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Credits
- Writers
- Anneke Van Giersbergen
- The Gathering