원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Strokes from a brush
The work and the artist
A dichotomy to separate us
Until we can create on our own
Our greatest flaw
Not seeing what matters most
Not believing what we’re told
Until we see the whole
To create is to give of one’s self
To empty in hopes of touching another
But is hope enough
When there is no certainty
Is fear enough to feed a passion
And we'll be one soon
Unite and make whole
We are the gallery
We are the work and the art
When we can create on our own
There is no dichotomy
Unite to be whole
Destroy to make whole
A dichotomy with the same outcome
Do I truly have a choice
To find inspiration
Leads us for only so long
If we lose sight
Dreams are lost in progress
