La Marée Haute - LHASA

The road sings,
When I from go away.
I take three steps,
The road is keep silent.

The road is black,
As far as the eye can see.
I take three steps,
The road is not any more.

On the high tide,
I am assembled.
The head is full,
But the heart does not have enough.
On the high tide,
I am assembled.
The head is full,
But the heart does not have enough.

Lace hands,
Appear of wood,
The brick body,
The eyes which prick.

Lace hands,
Appear of wood.
I take three steps
And you are there.

On the high tide,
I am assembled.
the head is full,
But the heart does not have enough.
On the high tide,
I am assembled.
the head is full,
But the heart does not have enough