Paroles de The Concrete Garden

Extended memories passing by Movies of ancient times Long ago Not more than phantoms of the past Lurking in the distance Distorted visions clearing up Growing and fading Poorly defined pictures From another reality Touched by fate Slowly very slowly Veiled with imaginations Images of the past Now i´m walking through My own concrete garden My own privatesphere of My own memories Of fictional nature. In the concrete garden Is no place to hide Never see a light in the concrete garden