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I. Far From Home I am so far from home Wandering here all alone Time has taken every tear Now I am adrift among the years II. The Far That's Always Near Crest of the wave As it is broken The home of the brave Rudely awoken Traveler into the morning Will you receieve the calling? True to your race You hang up the receiver Just stay in your place Don't question the dеaler Take up the wings of agеs Reach out and turn the pages I will be here, your every tear Letras de cancionesWill not be lost inside your fear I'm worlds away, yet everyday I am the far that's always near Sure as you're born A soldier of fortune Then tattered and torn So beautifull broken Wanderer, won't you listen There is still something missin' I will be here, your every tear Will not be lost inside your fear I'm worlds away, yet everyday I am the far that's always near III. Kings & Queens & Bitter Things "Better late than never" Say the wisest sons and daughters "Better you than me" replies the solitary spy Kings and Queens and bitter things They start to stream like a watercolor sky Bringing up your bride to be, don't leave her at the altar Marry her and carry her to places undisguised Suddenly the two are three, placed underneath a watercolor sky I could be a diva if I knew A live disaster but after peer review I'll be comin' back to you Houses built on waterfalls cannot retain the measure Some things that are beautiful won't hold you 'til you die I'd rather trust the simple man, the single plan that looks you in the eye I could be a diva if I knew A live disaster but after peer review I'll be comin' back to you IV. Islands In The Sun Hidden deep among us in covers of the wintertime Playing with the reasons of who you are Russian dolls dissolving in every layer of the rhyme Closer than the distance, the near that's far Wake the depths quietly More of you, less of me Far beyond the thoughts that run More than just these islands in the sun Islands in the sun V. Drifting Through The Years Wanderer cold and stark, don't tip your hand Looking for something here in the sinking sand So many things you just can't say out loud A sieve sifting hopelessness inside the shroud Letters of loneliness flow from your hand Seeds of sedition grow and no one understands Where is the blood that pushed into frontiers? And where is the love that used to hold all my tears? But now I am just drifting through the years This is the way This is the way You've come all this way Time can not save you Your debt can't repay you So don't look away Until another day VI. Watercolor Sky (Instrumental) VII. Worlds Away This is the way And you will recover Come find your place And rest on my shoulder Traveler into the morning Rise and begin your falling I will be here Your every tear Will not be lost inside your fear I'm worlds away Yet everyday I am the far that's always near Hidden deep among us, in the depths of our subconscious Playing with the reasons of the who and what We are the first and last The Russian dolls dissolving, every time the rhyme evolving Coming nearer to the far is where we are I am so far from home But I am not alone God has taken all my tears And now I have life beyond the years From Letras Mania