[00:00.00] 作词 : Jochem Jacobs
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Textures
[00:08.97]Transcending towards the leap
[00:09.87]Into the right direction.
[00:32.25]As solid matter I swarm around
[00:32.94]In incomprehensive substance I dwell
[00:35.52]Diverting from my path
[00:36.06]Spinning through my ego
[00:42.51]I push and scratch my line into shape.
[00:51.57]But parallels are shifting
[00:52.50]Inconsistently
[00:52.89]The atmosphere is changing
[00:53.43]Inconsequently
[00:53.85]Align or intersect
[00:57.96]I pull and scratch
[00:58.80]Twist and turn
[01:46.77]My way through the years.
[01:47.19]Parading in equilibrium,
[01:48.00]Can't I memorize the perfect map.
[01:50.52]Descending towards the leap
[01:51.06]Into the right direction.
[01:51.63]The absolute changed to relativity
[01:52.44]At the aphelium of my lifeline
[01:54.81]Heading for the equinox
[01:58.50]Reflecting on the past
[01:59.01]Parallels and circles
[02:00.33]Omnia moventur.
[02:00.75]Tip the scales to be linked again
[02:01.50]To the path that's mine to pave
[02:04.23]Can I prove my worth, the distance to my destiny?
[02:07.20]Beyond the boundaries of perception
[02:08.97]Lay salvation or mental starvation.
[02:12.12]I pull, push
[02:12.33]Parallels and circles
[02:19.23]Weaving the thread to
[02:19.80]My centre of gravity.
[02:20.34]Circular.

作词 : Jochem Jacobs
作曲 : Textures
Transcending towards the leap
Into the right direction.
As solid matter I swarm around
In incomprehensive substance I dwell
Diverting from my path
Spinning through my ego
I push and scratch my line into shape.
But parallels are shifting
Inconsistently
The atmosphere is changing
Inconsequently
Align or intersect
I pull and scratch
Twist and turn
My way through the years.
Parading in equilibrium,
Can't I memorize the perfect map.
Descending towards the leap
Into the right direction.
The absolute changed to relativity
At the aphelium of my lifeline
Heading for the equinox
Reflecting on the past
Parallels and circles
Omnia moventur.
Tip the scales to be linked again
To the path that's mine to pave
Can I prove my worth, the distance to my destiny?
Beyond the boundaries of perception
Lay salvation or mental starvation.
I pull, push
Parallels and circles
Weaving the thread to
My centre of gravity.
Circular.