The Gallery - A Wave Of Mature Grain lyrics

[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery] These golden fields of summer... Well,I can smell it's entity It's an omnipresent state of mind I tried to flee the factual And I wished to start anew But I had to grasp I can't buy time Not even bows of summer Are warm enough to melt a soul That is frozen dead beyond recall To feel grow dumb true laughter It means to watch pa** by a life But I cannot change the laws divine As joy reliefs the pain A wave of mature grain Makes me perceive a warm bliss No open eyes shall see What brings eternity Conduct me to the wakeless!