Testo di The Cure

Breathe in the vapors pure Of aspirations and intentions pure Let it take root, let it sprout Exhale and feel it turn you inside out Hearken, brothers bold And remember the battles lost, some won Still the crooked nail of desperation Keeps knocking on your skull We longed to reach the stars And strived for the eternal fire Prometheus, please watch over us In our hour long since grown cold For the eternal fire Breathe in the vapors pure Of aspirations and intentions pure Let it take root, let it sprout Exhale and feel it turn you inside out Hearken, brothers bold And remember the battles lost, some won Stand vigil for those now gone Keep dreaming of salvation Never to come We longed to reach the stars And strived for the eternal fire Prometheus, please watch over us In our hour long since grown cold Forget all the atonement Keep reaching towards the cure The searing fire that cleanses It snares, entices and lures Embrace this terminal fever The one brought up with such care Turn the key of deliverance Plunge down the finger that brands you a God