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• Artiste: Wuthering Heights
• Titre: Too Great Thy Gift
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I'm freezing; I'm cold I've fallen into this dark hole Lights out; in darkness the fears unhold Drown in waves of no meaning Through the night I am screaming Throw me a rope to hold Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills Would it mend what's growing chill How shall I act not to be wasting time Only a spark; a spark to swift Too great thy gift I know not what mighty powers Granted me this life But your crown's a heavy load Lost in this pantomime I could scream; but noone would hear me If I could only believe Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills Would it mend what's growing chill How shall I act not to be wasting time Only a spark; a spark to swift Too great thy gift The madman's standing on the hill Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries You who gave me mind I hail you, I cruse you Hear me cry Give me an answer; how shall I know Which way to go Through the road's ahead; too doubtful its bending Stalling 'til death in fear of its ending Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills Would it mend what's growing chill How shall I act not to be wasting time Only a spark; a spark to swift Too great thy gift