I can hear that you are in a ball of silence
I can see that you don’t really seem to care
As we’re passing through the waters of oblivion
You are using our creations everywhere
We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
Sitting by the desolate streams
World-losers and world-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we arе the movers and shakers
Of thе world forever, it seems
We inspire generations through the ages
We’re the soundtrack to the seasons of your heart
Though our sounds are streaming to your glowing visions
It dosen’t seem like your acknowledge supporting our craft
I can see that you don’t really seem to care
As we’re passing through the waters of oblivion
You are using our creations everywhere
We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
Sitting by the desolate streams
World-losers and world-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we arе the movers and shakers
Of thе world forever, it seems
We inspire generations through the ages
We’re the soundtrack to the seasons of your heart
Though our sounds are streaming to your glowing visions
It dosen’t seem like your acknowledge supporting our craft
( Martin Lind )
www.ChordsAZ.com