The Seekers Of Hearts

we the seekers of hearts find ourselves in strange places
we the seekers of hearts world movers
earth shakers

you're maybe on the other side in the kingdom
of the lost
where the aria of destiny is played by a cold hand on a slightly out of tune piano
where Blood and wine are mixed as a cocktail
called dispair

where the cold wind of change blows on a station with no name
where a train stops but once in this land of never never
where you forgot to remember why you came
and why you stayed

you maybe in a ship wrecked life drowning in a
sea of tears
or washed-up on lonely beech
where you spend you days listening to seashell sounds
and watching endless ebbing tides

we the seekers of hearts find ourselves in strange places
we the seekers of hearts world movers
earth shakers