Testo di Lost Disciples

Here we are nowhere. Surrounded by space. Angels of ledgends Have taken our place. We had deliverance. The moment passed. These lost disciples Are leading at last. We shout a hymn To the earth and the birds. To the lost disciples Who don't know the words. Strange collision Of heaven and hell. A bastard vision We know too well. Our emotions Are all second-hand. Belong to an ocean Misplaced in the sand.