Sonata Arctica:The Harvest

From Lyriki

The weight of days on me....

The corn is burning under my feet
The words like circles and
I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall
In the deepest void of all

Haven't seen you in weeks
No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop
Loving touch I need
And I am killing time by the lake
Diving off the cliff, many times
Scarring myself, colliding
On the lake bed so dry...

The world's without virginity
And souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger - Love
It's all I'm after
I am done...

The ground's not shaking under my feet
The World's not turning anymore
Wind is a thief, lonelier than me
And it - does - not - want - me - in here

Plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it
Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne
A flower so fatal, yet beautiful
Showed the Bee where to fly
And then let it die

The world's without virginity
And souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger - Love
It's all I'm after
I am done...

Bring me to recovery
Give it to me, I'm after tranquillity
I somehow lost my line of sight
Before I cast the final die
Once planted plastic grapes
The harvest of a lifetime
Real bad wine

The sum of false virginity
And my lost integrity
The Word of grave old danger - Love
For you I'm after
Oh, I am done

The world's without virginity
And souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger - Love

Bring me to recovery
Give it to me, I'm after tranquillity
I somehow lost my line of sight
Before I cast the final die
Once planted plastic grapes
The harvest of a lifetime
Real bad wine

The ground is shaking under my feet
The World is turning,
And the Wind has a friend in Misery,
But I know - she - only - loves - me...