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The Bluish Shade

When you whispered your secret,
floating afar on a winter's fog,
you lashed your saint,
so I sing my silent vow.

Nothing in this world lives on, my friend. Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow.

I need answers for my passion.
I need answers to life's questions.

I wish to live like all men;
I was bound by many hopes.
I wish to live like all men;
I was bound by many hopes.
We have to pay the price.

The witching hour of this dream:
your eyes red from the salt of the sea
and the sucking voyage of the ache that came from me.

In the bluish shade of the garden I contemplate.
In the bluish shade of the grove I grow to hate.
In the bluish shade I find the path of paths.

The consequence of this love.
The consequence of my first love.

I wish to live like all men;
I was bound by many hopes.
I wish to live like all men;
I was bound by many hopes.
We have to pay the price.

My new chant begins,
no longer scared of my life.

Lyrics: Michael Platzer and John Prassas