كلمات Faces

Faces Waiting... And the days they speak to me With all their history Little ways passing phases all so consistently As the gazes reached for me with that intensity Through this maze of misled praise the words get into me Staring at faces of our times to reconcile There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds And in that autumn you'll find Every orphan will loose their need to pine Reassure them the world before them Staring at faces Change... Cause words alone will soon dissolve And leave us with a face we can't console In the zone conscious of tones We can't resolve Staring at faces of our times to reconcile There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds And in that autumn you'll find Every orphan will loose their need to pine Reassure them the world before them Staring at faces