Letra de An Atrium

Hands of life, the sound We realize their sounds I don't try to statue cast you cold In an atrium Through our thoughts, we try to get our sense But often now we are hopeful From up high we lift the metal veil In a surging sense of silence I don't try to statue cast in mold In an atrium And we flee from chaos, shimmered blood A new day, create a meaning So we sleep and our thoughts become aglow Like an ember from a pyre I don't try to statue cast you more In an atrium I was told I approached your face And growth so I've been showed That you would not grow old But from the embers Another flame burns Another shimmer