A Psychic Amplifier - Beardfish

It was a gateway to a place I can’t remember

And in my searching mind, the time had come to seek the soul

I´d known it before, a face so warm and tender

The face of a tidal wave, sleeping deep down in that hole

And I knew… that splendid core…

It was marked by steamy imprints that I wore…

But I try to look ahead

See the red sun play with a smile

Sigh and say «alright

I may rest the day I’m dead…»

Like it was a lone wolf’s will I sent off to walk this path astray

But seen not what I´d become, you followed

It didn’t seem a bad idea to be two, putting this world on hold

Was I then wrong to let you know that my love for you had really grown?

Can’t you see my eyes are filled with a sense of sacrifice?

Built on lies, they’re only lies

My soul’s weak and full of these holes, I’ve tried to understand

Your lended hand, your lended hand

Give me strength to carry on, I have the patience left

To grant a theft, from them to us

I lack motives and strong will, but still I need them both

For internal growth and external gloat

So when to sleep then?

— Exhaustion weighs heavy

It´s hard believing — This broken scenery

I’ve never seen life like the way you make me see my life

So when to sleep then?

— stock saving shelters…

I’ve never seen life like the way you make me see my life

But I try to look ahead

See the red sun play with a smile

Sigh and say «alright

I may rest the day I’m dead…»