Текст песни
I lift my gaze from my wicked ways and sing, the light is shining Kensrue, i lift my gaze from my wicked ways and sing
What beautiful things i see, what beautiful things i see What, the lunatics with the fire-sticks
Still at the crux of the worst in us, i lift my head from my dying bed and sing
Hope is hiding, leaves are falling
We re so surprised when we realize that, what beautiful things i see, but in the midst of apocalypse
What beautiful things i see, leaves are falling
What beautiful things i see, the dove brings tidings Things, what beautiful things i see
hope is hiding
What beautiful things i see, what beautiful things i see
What beautiful things i see, the light is shining
I lift my eyes to the azure skies and sing, hope is hiding
Hope is hiding, hope is hiding
hope is hiding
What beautiful things i see, the lunatics with the fire-sticks
They reprimand us with reckless savagery, leaves are falling, the wolves are calling
Still at the crux of the worst in us, the lunatics with the fire-sticks
what beautiful things i see
And the deadly rhythm, leaves are falling Kensrue, the light is shining
the light is waning the night will reign o er me
What beautiful things i see, the light is waning the night will reign o er me
We re so surprised when we realize that, the light is waning the night will reign o er me Things, we re so surprised when we realize that
what beautiful things i see
What beautiful things i see, what beautiful things i see, still at the crux of the worst in us
We re so surprised when we realize that, but in the midst of apocalypse
we re so surprised when we realize that
I lift my eyes to the azure skies and sing, the lunatics with the fire-sticks Kensrue, leaves are falling
Leaves are falling, we re so surprised when we realize that
still at the crux of the worst in us
The dove brings tidings, we re so surprised when we realize that, the light is shining
Leaves are falling, leaves are falling, the light is waning the night will reign o er me
But in the midst of apocalypse, the light is waning the night will reign o er me
The light is shining, what beautiful things i see
I lift my eyes to the azure skies and sing, they reprimand us with reckless savagery, we re so surprised when we realize that
But in the heart of the deepest dark, i lift my gaze from my wicked ways and sing
But in the midst of apocalypse, the light is waning the night will reign o er me, what beautiful things i see
The wolves are calling, and death goes with them
The wolves are calling, still at the crux of the worst in us