Letra de Setting Scalpels Free

In the skies there is a whisper In the trees there is a wind On the sands the waves are rolling Battered hopes are floating in In your veins the tide is turning And the ships are sailing home In your knees there is a trembling With the thought they're free to roam Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? In the clouds there is a keyhole In the light there is a key On the shore there is a doctor Setting all his scalpels free In your stomach there's a prophet Turning water into wine In your chest there is a hunchback Pulling all his bells to chime Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last? Is it going to last?