Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bent Cold Sidewalk, artist - Tangerine Dream. Album song In Search Of Hades - The Virgin Recordings 1973 – 1979, in the genre Нью-эйдж
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Record label: A UMC release;
Song language: English
Bent Cold Sidewalk |
When I talk to the trees |
O’great trees who have learned to speak slowly |
I know that they believe that they have an answer |
Then I walk in the city where I cannot hear it |
When I talk to the city |
I have already learned three answers |
Before I call the question |
And slowly, I wish myself among trees |
But can not hear myself wishing |
When I talk to the people |
Who are the trees that grow in the city |
They reply with a fond kindness, slowly |
But there is no answer |
For experience to be made by mistake |
Upon this key, time will slide |
Beyond the lock, you lose your mind |
And as our door becomes open |
A rush of sound is found inside |
Creating dreams that pass you by |
You may live through your life a long long time. |
But you will never know from where it came |
Yet all you’ve seen is what you’ve wanted to |
You’re walking forward as you look behind |
Still watching those old memories fade and die… |
This door is heavy, and is deeply stained |
With wasted tears, that try to fight in vain |
You may be sitting, feeling quite secure |
But listen carefully — and this key is yours — |
For we can lead you far beyond that door… |
There are dangers hidden, trust in that language |
And it is precisely this conception that which must not be changed |
The epitome of our language is patterns containment of thought and sound |
I die to fight! |
I die to fight! |
I die to fight! |
Upon this key, time will slide |
Beyond each lock, you lose your mind |
And as our door becomes open |
A rush of sound is found inside — |
Creating dreams that pass you by. |
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate |
I may be late but I can no longer wait |
Stealing the crown that stood me up |
I’m laying the table with dusty plates |
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate |
I may be late but I can no longer wait |
Playing the god to fix your gaze |
I’m holding you firm on another day |
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate |
I may be late but I can no longer wait |