| Song | Gaya's Dream |
| Artist | The Gathering |
| Album | Always |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gathering, Smits | |
| Open the gates of the past | |
| With the key to our hearts | |
| Dream of the years gone by | |
| Centuries through mankind's eyes | |
| In the wasteland that grows inside | |
| Within me | |
| I shall find myself | |
| Slowly walking, pacing front | |
| See through these blind eyes | |
| Stepping on shadows, touching air | |
| Stones move as | |
| I stand still | |
| Seek the answers in the skies | |
| As we don't even know ourselves | |
| Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes | |
| In the wasteland that grows inside | |
| Within me | |
| I shall find myself | |
| For years of space technology | |
| Still we haven't learned | |
| Like children we explore | |
| Things we can't yet comprehend | |
| Open the doors of the past | |
| With the beating of a heart | |
| Dream as the years go by | |
| Carrying our own cross | |
| Seek the answers in the skies | |
| As we don't even know ourselves | |
| Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes |
| zuo ci : Gathering, Smits | |
| Open the gates of the past | |
| With the key to our hearts | |
| Dream of the years gone by | |
| Centuries through mankind' s eyes | |
| In the wasteland that grows inside | |
| Within me | |
| I shall find myself | |
| Slowly walking, pacing front | |
| See through these blind eyes | |
| Stepping on shadows, touching air | |
| Stones move as | |
| I stand still | |
| Seek the answers in the skies | |
| As we don' t even know ourselves | |
| Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes | |
| In the wasteland that grows inside | |
| Within me | |
| I shall find myself | |
| For years of space technology | |
| Still we haven' t learned | |
| Like children we explore | |
| Things we can' t yet comprehend | |
| Open the doors of the past | |
| With the beating of a heart | |
| Dream as the years go by | |
| Carrying our own cross | |
| Seek the answers in the skies | |
| As we don' t even know ourselves | |
| Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes |
| zuò cí : Gathering, Smits | |
| Open the gates of the past | |
| With the key to our hearts | |
| Dream of the years gone by | |
| Centuries through mankind' s eyes | |
| In the wasteland that grows inside | |
| Within me | |
| I shall find myself | |
| Slowly walking, pacing front | |
| See through these blind eyes | |
| Stepping on shadows, touching air | |
| Stones move as | |
| I stand still | |
| Seek the answers in the skies | |
| As we don' t even know ourselves | |
| Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes | |
| In the wasteland that grows inside | |
| Within me | |
| I shall find myself | |
| For years of space technology | |
| Still we haven' t learned | |
| Like children we explore | |
| Things we can' t yet comprehend | |
| Open the doors of the past | |
| With the beating of a heart | |
| Dream as the years go by | |
| Carrying our own cross | |
| Seek the answers in the skies | |
| As we don' t even know ourselves | |
| Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes |