[00:00.00] 作词 : Derek Sherinian/John Petrucci/James LaBrie/Mike Portnoy/John Myung
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Derek Sherinian/John Petrucci/James LaBrie/Mike Portnoy/John Myung
[00:05.78]Lines In The Sand
[00:09.57]Dream Theater
[00:13.46]Falling Into Infinity
[00:17.36]
[00:21.30]Music: Dream Theater
[00:25.30]
[02:46.44]Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
[02:53.54]And the passion, we're craving
[02:57.68]There's a message we miss
[03:01.74]Sometimes when the spirits left alone
[03:09.02]We must believe in something
[03:12.92]To find if we've grown
[03:15.78]
[03:19.35]Tragic reflex, shattered calm
[03:22.05]Static progress, senses gone
[03:24.94]Numb awareness, final psalm
[03:29.13]
[03:34.05]Swept away with the tide
[03:40.93]Through the holes in my hands
[03:47.66]Crown of thorns at my side
[03:54.49]Drawing lines in the sand
[03:58.38]
[04:13.42]Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
[04:20.90]You can hear the virgin weeping
[04:24.51]For the savior of your will
[04:28.84]Sometimes, your castles in the air
[04:36.07]And the fantasies you're seeking
[04:40.10]Are the crosses you bear
[04:43.44]
[04:46.58]Sacred conflict, blessed prize
[04:49.22]Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
[04:52.59]Desperate addict, faith disguised
[04:56.83]
[05:01.18]Swept away with the tide
[05:08.08]Through the holes in my hands
[05:14.84]Crown of thorns at my side
[05:21.70]Drawing lines in the sand
[05:25.44]
[07:28.95]We fabricate our demons
[07:32.76]Invite them into our homes
[07:36.70]Have supper with the aliens
[07:40.38]And fight the war alone
[07:44.44]We conjure up our skeletons
[07:48.42]Enlist the den of thieves
[07:52.67]Frightened from our closets
[07:56.44]Then sewn upon our sleeves
[07:59.93]
[08:02.76]In the stream of consciousness
[08:10.99]There is a river crying
[08:18.98]Living comes much easier
[08:26.31]
[08:27.54]Once we admit
[08:32.26]We're dying
[08:35.99]
[10:16.42]Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
[10:23.70]There's a bitterness we harbor
[10:27.98]And hate for hatred's sake
[10:31.92]Sometime we dig an early grave
[10:39.66]And crucify our instincts
[10:42.98]For the hope we couldn't save
[10:45.95]
[10:47.36]Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
[10:54.64]Centers our perspective
[10:59.01]And pacifies our cries
[11:02.88]Sometimes the anguish we survive
[11:10.09]And the mysteries we nurture
[11:15.00]Are the fabrics of our lives
[11:18.07]
[11:21.65]Swept away with the tide
[11:28.59]Through the holes in my hands
[11:35.39]Crown of thorns at my side
[11:41.99]Drawing lines in the sand
[11:47.55]

作词 : Derek Sherinian/John Petrucci/James LaBrie/Mike Portnoy/John Myung
作曲 : Derek Sherinian/John Petrucci/James LaBrie/Mike Portnoy/John Myung
Lines In The Sand
Dream Theater
Falling Into Infinity
Music: Dream Theater
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Tragic reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final psalm
Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised
Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying
Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometime we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand