LYRIC
THE WRITER
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While all the world lays sleeping
the writer lifts his pen
like so many nights before
hes come to write again.
As all the clocks are counting
moments from our lives
the writer sits in darkness
from the words he cannot hide.
CHORUS:
When the writer stops the writing
when the seas all turn to sand
when the dancer stops the dancing
fall the ashes from the hand
While all the world lays dreaming
the writer cannot sleep
the words crash through the silence
and rise up from the deep.
The pen is laid to paper
as the meaning just flows out
the night is lost to silence
as the words begin to shout
CHORUS:
When the writer stops the writing
when the seas all turn to sand
when the dancer stops the dancing
fall the ashes from the hand
While all the world is floating
somewhere lost in space
the writer in his lonely room
has somehow found his place.
Like a voice falls in the desert
on the sands of time
the message finds the medium
the rythm finds the ryhme.
CHORUS:
When the writer stops the writing
when the seas all turn to sand
when the dancer stops the dancing
fall the ashes from the hand
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