Angels 歌词

Our fantasy, a story-book that never ends The greatest gift but we can't hold in our hands The gate to mystical dimensions and to things that live in dreams Gives us the chance to leave our path and that much further than it seems There's more behind than we imagine a secret realm of space and time It is beginning without end until the day we die What is inside a dead man and his restless mind A genius state, just dead life suffering from time? Into oblivion he drowns a lurking flame inside still glows The physical death means no end existence are we allowed to give new life An endless dancing on a thin edge until the day we die Technical development gives no-one the right to act godsent Moral's lost all of its meaning where is the end