The Heart Demands Lyrics & Tabs by Autumn

The Heart Demands

guitar chords lyrics

Autumn

Album : Altitude 2009 PlayStop

A stroll down memory lane revealed gaps as large as years.
Ambition had the same properties as a butcher's blade.
The solstice in their eyes betrayed a change of seasons in their minds.

Reversed the hourglass impatiently for more wasted time to pass.
Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.
Seize what little time we have...
What we have left.
Here comes (the) wintertime, with snow to cover our crimes
and supervise our swift demise, as we urge it to pass us by.
Killing time was a grave mistake.
Sleeping through the years...
Now I can't awake!
Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.

Now I can't awake!
Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.
Seize what little time we have...
What we have left.
Can't you see that gold is closer to lead then we care for?
And that marble is merely stone?
Precious moments pass to fast.
Faint, new memories kill the last.
On the run.
Come undone?
I may never.
Weren't those the days, my friends?
Lived life without tomorrow.
Now it seems that I'm the subject of a tragedy.
All my goals achieved, but can't recall the roads I travelled.
Count my memories on my hands,
my empty, aging hands.
Slow it down.
Look around in this bitter deception.
Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.
Seize what little time we have...
What we have left.
A Minor Dance
It starts with distant thunder
born under skies, dressed in ochre.
Pressure rising up and over
the anticipating land.
Under layers of white noise
and through the static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)
I remained outside,
with every nerve alive.
Lightning struck without remorse
and gave a cue to move indoors.
The TV died, as did the lights.
In the dark the radio came to life.
Under layers of white noise
and through static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)
The secret station of my choice...
Forgotten music in the noise,
inviting me to dance a minor dance.
Faded an ethereal music that is dying to be heard.
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts.
Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...
Faded a ethereal music that is dying to be heard.
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
Aided by a thunderstorm,
I came upon this station from old days.
I intend to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain.
I wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been.

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