Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spanish Dreamland Inquisition, artist - Cristina Morrison.
Date of issue: 08.06.2015
Song language: English
Spanish Dreamland Inquisition |
My memory is locked and you yourself shall keep the key |
Away from fearful words of a sunlit girl who saw demons way too soon |
For her innocence was destroyed before true love was to come her way |
So she said, do not be afraid you’ll never be alone |
Do I just sound like non sense to you? |
I’m sure I do |
Because they are «only"dreams that make no sense |
But if you listen closely you will know what they are meant to be |
Very high clear blue water seemed to drown me from afar |
Creeping up on me fiercely flirting with my feet |
I rapidly hike up to the top, look behind me and run from the rough hit |
I see the pitch dark city from the mountain, it is late and I am escaping once |
more but those guards take me back to my jail. |
My house, where I thought once |
to be the princess to her prince but there outside the truth was to unveil |
before my eyes. |
I saw the mushroom patch under the orange sun glaze, |
the flowers swayed to sweet warm wind and the man |
In front of me rapidly & disgustingly transformed into the devil himself and so |
I understood who I had married once upon a time. |
I understood I had to get away |
for black witchcraft had reeled me in |
Oh, why don’t you just sail through these troubled waters of my tempest heart |
For in battle you have to encounter gods, beasts & humans but more so, yourself |
So I say say say, set your compass for clearer skies ‘cause the spirit doesn’t |
change |
It’s only the mood |
I live to live not to die and am afraid of that last short and deep breath that |
will be the final one when memories shall pass too fast too soon to take me |
into the journey of another dreamland wherever that one may be. |
They say |
surrendering is not the same as giving up. |
I further ask you, do you really |
live in the truth or in a lie or live like you should, do you wallow in your |
own pity and play victim of a crime? |
Or do you cut their heads off, |
breath and move on? |
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My soul must be printed |