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• Artiste: Divine Comedy, The
• Titre: Bleak Landscape
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I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could! I cannot live the life I ought to live - I know I should! I cannot bring myself to pray, Except to wish these words away They echo round my head But soon they will escape Across the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earth It stands alone There is a wind that shaped it from its birth By whom the seed was sown I cannot bring myself to sing It is a wild, untethered thing That echoes round my head But soon it will escape Across the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to... speak Except to wish myself asleep Every word unuttered Only serves to clutter up my head When I go to bed I dream that Soon I will escape Across the bleak landscape And soon we shall escape Across our very own bleak landscape