how many times must i ring the silent bell that conjures up memories to reach you?
the aching does not subside i unlock the hidden door in my heart
i shall proceed to wherever it takes me tipping a spoonful of hope into the pit of my heart
the dainty flowers may wither the wellsprings may run dry but the labyrinth of solitude continues to meander in circles i sing a distant oath...
yearning assumes a fiery shade if wishes came true, then let me see eternity
i want to believe as i had that day that the only place i belong is by your side
who decided fate? where am i to go when i am unable to break free from it?
the flying bird may disappear the lucid sound of the falling rain may die but there is no defying passion in the neverending labyrinth i aim for the distant tomorrow...
how many times must i ring the silent bell that conjures up memories to reach you?
the aching does not subside i unlock the hidden door in my heart
i shall proceed to wherever it takes me tipping a spoonful of hope into the pit of my heart
the dainty flowers may wither the wellsprings may run dry but the labyrinth of solitude continues to meander in circles i sing a distant oath...
yearning assumes a fiery shade if wishes came true, then let me see eternity
i want to believe as i had that day that the only place i belong is by your side
who decided fate? where am i to go when i am unable to break free from it?
the flying bird may disappear the lucid sound of the falling rain may die but there is no defying passion in the neverending labyrinth i aim for the distant tomorrow...