The Return Lyrics

Song	The Return
Artist	Clepsydra
Album	3654 Days
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	Here I am back from the big dream
	without messages of hope
	as usual I bring back the fruits
	forgotten in the lives gone by
	lived in few moments
	difficult even to remember
	to every memory a hope is bound
	shattering when recalled
	to every hope many lives are bound
	some ending up without hope
	to every life an essence is bound
	fed by the fire of life
	to every fire is destined a spring
	Which dies while quenching the fire
	Oh reality, which within a hair from madness
	Dance in spite of time dying
	Take it far away from your facade
	And give everything you have
	To the man you have always been
	And still would like to be
	It‘s a strange light, almost a magical one
	Which carried in the dark
	Becomes as important as the wing beating of wounded swallow
	I find myself here again with the
	same plucked daisies
	Looking through the window of time
	From here I don‘t feel cold, don‘t hear any noise
	But I can‘t even smell the perfume of joy
	it is night but there‘re people watching people
	the dark is black and they all seem blind
	trampling on themselves, killing one another
	they all seem similar, but they are not
	they all have a different living space
	they all defend this space fighting
	I don‘t know what really is, I don‘t know
	I have recognized many of them
	it‘s the space of shame and faults
	it‘s the space of misplaced dreams
	it‘s the space of dreams coming true
	it‘s the space where the bar starts with G
	and suddenly the solo begins in a sound
	becomes familiar as if known for many years
	like an old king born at the end of January
	I suffer from lack warmth
	I feel the coldness of indifference
	I listen to the peculiar in my breathing
	and smile as I was told
	turning myself into a distant icon
	I face this awakening as a new challenge
	live today as if it was tomorrow
	this makes me think a lot to yesterday
	and yesterday was
	only a dream

	Here I am back from the big dream
	without messages of hope
	as usual I bring back the fruits
	forgotten in the lives gone by
	lived in few moments
	difficult even to remember
	to every memory a hope is bound
	shattering when recalled
	to every hope many lives are bound
	some ending up without hope
	to every life an essence is bound
	fed by the fire of life
	to every fire is destined a spring
	Which dies while quenching the fire
	Oh reality, which within a hair from madness
	Dance in spite of time dying
	Take it far away from your facade
	And give everything you have
	To the man you have always been
	And still would like to be
	It' s a strange light, almost a magical one
	Which carried in the dark
	Becomes as important as the wing beating of wounded swallow
	I find myself here again with the
	same plucked daisies
	Looking through the window of time
	From here I don' t feel cold, don' t hear any noise
	But I can' t even smell the perfume of joy
	it is night but there' re people watching people
	the dark is black and they all seem blind
	trampling on themselves, killing one another
	they all seem similar, but they are not
	they all have a different living space
	they all defend this space fighting
	I don' t know what really is, I don' t know
	I have recognized many of them
	it' s the space of shame and faults
	it' s the space of misplaced dreams
	it' s the space of dreams coming true
	it' s the space where the bar starts with G
	and suddenly the solo begins in a sound
	becomes familiar as if known for many years
	like an old king born at the end of January
	I suffer from lack warmth
	I feel the coldness of indifference
	I listen to the peculiar in my breathing
	and smile as I was told
	turning myself into a distant icon
	I face this awakening as a new challenge
	live today as if it was tomorrow
	this makes me think a lot to yesterday
	and yesterday was
	only a dream

	Here I am back from the big dream
	without messages of hope
	as usual I bring back the fruits
	forgotten in the lives gone by
	lived in few moments
	difficult even to remember
	to every memory a hope is bound
	shattering when recalled
	to every hope many lives are bound
	some ending up without hope
	to every life an essence is bound
	fed by the fire of life
	to every fire is destined a spring
	Which dies while quenching the fire
	Oh reality, which within a hair from madness
	Dance in spite of time dying
	Take it far away from your facade
	And give everything you have
	To the man you have always been
	And still would like to be
	It' s a strange light, almost a magical one
	Which carried in the dark
	Becomes as important as the wing beating of wounded swallow
	I find myself here again with the
	same plucked daisies
	Looking through the window of time
	From here I don' t feel cold, don' t hear any noise
	But I can' t even smell the perfume of joy
	it is night but there' re people watching people
	the dark is black and they all seem blind
	trampling on themselves, killing one another
	they all seem similar, but they are not
	they all have a different living space
	they all defend this space fighting
	I don' t know what really is, I don' t know
	I have recognized many of them
	it' s the space of shame and faults
	it' s the space of misplaced dreams
	it' s the space of dreams coming true
	it' s the space where the bar starts with G
	and suddenly the solo begins in a sound
	becomes familiar as if known for many years
	like an old king born at the end of January
	I suffer from lack warmth
	I feel the coldness of indifference
	I listen to the peculiar in my breathing
	and smile as I was told
	turning myself into a distant icon
	I face this awakening as a new challenge
	live today as if it was tomorrow
	this makes me think a lot to yesterday
	and yesterday was
	only a dream

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