Texty písní Depressive Age

Depressive Age

Lying In Wait

There is a new time

There is a door

The door is open to a floor

A lot of times

A lot of thoughts

A long long way

There is no end of doors

Go here!

And there's a new room filled up with surprises

Lay down your body in mother's air

The wind will drift you anywhere

Lay down your body and feel a bed

But not these thrills to make you really mad

Believe it!

You cannot steer, the wind takes care of you

Believe it!

There is a new time

There is a floor

And doors are wide open to new thoughts

Souls want to know what's out of sight in this palace called life