Solid - Loss Of Hope Loss Of Hope Cold cracks from far sound Lay doubt of win Tight silver lines Draw wicked grin He conducts the false notes Makes bright sharps of flat tones On wings of this silence His hope flies, his hope flies Dry days of waiting Waste drops of might Cold cracks of far sound Obstruct the light His past haunts his silence Its sharps are all flattened Under path of hope’s fly It’s silence, it’s silence Walks on through the forest of the bold trees Cowers, while they crack a smile he did hear Moves on, reaches boundaries of a dead wish Sings out loss of hope when hangman ties his tie He conducts the false notes Makes bright sharps of flat tones Under path of hope’s fly It’s silence, it’s silence Walks on through the forest of the bold trees Cowers, while they crack a smile he did hear Moves on, reaches boundaries of a dead wish Sings out loss of hope when hangman ties his tie http://rockerek.hu/