paroles de chanson Depths - Traveller

From the depths of my inner, from under my skin

From the depths of my inner, from under my skin
It tears me apart, it's luring me in
Below the mask I am broken within
It tears me apart, it's luring me in

Every journey has to come to an end
Epilogue's written, last words are said
With every moment I'm counting my breaths
Vision's warped and the clocks run backwards
In my dreams I draw sketches of forests
Rooftops are leafless, the roots start to wither
With the world at the tips of my fingers
But unable to create what I see in my head

From the depths of my inner, from under my skin
It tears me apart, it's luring me in
Below the mask I am broken within
It tears me apart, it's luring me in
From the depths of my inner, from under my skin
It tears me apart, it's luring me in

Every end marks a spot in the journey
When the epilogue stands as prologue
Each breath divides the story in chapters
Dust on the clock as the hands run off

From the depths of my inner, from under my skin
Below the mask I am broken within

When I'm awake I am lacking a picture
Every colour captured as gray
Still the world at the tips of my fingers
But unable to create what I used to see

What I used to see
This journey ends, there's no home
There's no place I would call home
There's no place I would call home