Текст песни Glowing - Primitive Reason
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                how 
                                                it's 
                                                supposed 
                                                to 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                spark 
                                                of 
                                                light 
                                                so 
                                                dim. 
                                                Unseen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Negativity 
                                                just 
                                                floats 
                                                adrift 
                                                and 
                                                no
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                never 
                                                know 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                may 
                                                cross 
                                                your 
                                                ship.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Emptiness 
                                                has 
                                                drawn 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                tree.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bark 
                                                has 
                                                left 
                                                the 
                                                inside 
                                                unseen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                blow 
                                                the 
                                                spark 
                                                stops 
                                                its 
                                                glow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                nothing 
                                                comes 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                seed 
                                                that 
                                                has
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grown.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sick, 
                                                my 
                                                body's 
                                                gone 
                                                sick.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                much 
                                                fog 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                shore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                glowed 
                                                before.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Getting 
                                                wet 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                drip, 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                wick's 
                                                caught 
                                                in 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mist.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glowing 
                                                it 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                glowing 
                                                it 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Covered 
                                                with 
                                                brown 
                                                green 
                                                leaves,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    a 
                                                cold 
                                                wind 
                                                blow 
                                                that 
                                                kept 
                                                its 
                                                glow 
                                                from 
                                                shining,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Frozen 
                                                soul, 
                                                leafless 
                                                watch 
                                                these 
                                                leaves 
                                                drop.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down, 
                                                turned 
                                                around 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                fish 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                reach
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                beach.
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                cats 
                                                lick 
                                                their 
                                                paws 
                                                with 
                                                these
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                they 
                                                wait 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                feast.
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                mist's 
                                                adrift, 
                                                the 
                                                ship 
                                                will 
                                                pass.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sunrise, 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                clouds, 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                grass.
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                mist's 
                                                adrift, 
                                                the 
                                                ship 
                                                will 
                                                pass.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                will 
                                                rise 
                                                again 
                                                and 
                                                clear 
                                                the 
                                                path.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                sap 
                                                left 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                tree,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                would 
                                                reach 
                                                to 
                                                every 
                                                leaf,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                its 
                                                breathing 
                                                would 
                                                start
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                that 
                                                had 
                                                died 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it's 
                                                too 
                                                cold 
                                                to 
                                                breathe,
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                dreams 
                                                of 
                                                real 
                                                life, 
                                                    I 
                                                see,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unseen. 
                                                It 
                                                feels 
                                                real 
                                                strange 
                                                to 
                                                me, 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                leaves.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                this 
                                                mist 
                                                    I 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holding 
                                                me, 
                                                surrounding 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soaking 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                sap 
                                                that 
                                                feeds, 
                                                revitalizes 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                heat 
                                                to 
                                                give 
                                                the 
                                                seeds,
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                only 
                                                mist 
                                                between 
                                                our 
                                                reach 
                                                but 
                                                still 
                                                too 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                feel 
                                                at 
                                                ease,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Need 
                                                its 
                                                rays 
                                                to 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                touch 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                love, 
                                                then 
                                                why's 
                                                it 
                                                killing 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                did 
                                                it 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                have 
                                                    I 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                that?
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                leafless 
                                                soul 
                                                has 
                                                left 
                                                me 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                branch.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                so 
                                                dim
 
                                    
                                
                                                Disguising 
                                                everything.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                wish 
                                                this 
                                                mist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                rise 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                clear 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                that 
                                                my 
                                                seeds 
                                                that 
                                                fell 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                way, 
                                                along 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Way,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Could 
                                                spark 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                that 
                                                blew 
                                                away 
                                                'n' 
                                                blew 
                                                away 
                                                'n'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blew 
                                                away 
                                                'n' 
                                                blew.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                soul 
                                                will 
                                                thaw 
                                                and 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                do 
                                                so.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                branch 
                                                will 
                                                leak, 
                                                some 
                                                light 
                                                should 
                                                show.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Although 
                                                this 
                                                mist 
                                                is 
                                                thick 
                                                and 
                                                lasts,
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                hope 
                                                that 
                                                light 
                                                will 
                                                clear 
                                                the 
                                                path.
 
                                    
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