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[Anathema Cover]

When you look at me
From your own century
I may seem to be
Strange archeology
But when the winds blow
From this direction
You may sense me there
In your reflection
I think I feel you
But I will never know
As the swallows leave
And the children grow

I wanted to live forever
The same is you will too
I wanted to live forever
And everybody knew

When I caught you there
In tomorrows mirror
I thought felt you
Jump out of my skin
Throwing oil into
My blazing memories
Filling empty footsteps
I was standing in

I wanted to live forever
The same as you will too
I wanted to live forever
And everybody knew

As the falling rain
Of the northern jungle
Hanging droplets on the leaves
Bombards my brain
I hear you
Across the room
A sea of daffodils spring into bloom
You are the mist
The frost across my window pane
And again

She moves her body
And her whispers weave
And the world spins
And tells me that I'll never want to leave

As I think of you
From this dark century
I will always be
With generosity
That we both may share
The hope in hearing
That we're not just
Spirits disappearing
[Anathema Cover]      When you look at me   From your own century   I may seem to be   Strange archeology   But when the winds blow   From this direction   You may sense me there   In your reflection   I think I feel you   But I will never know   As the swallows leave   And the children grow      I wanted to live forever   The same is you will too   I wanted to live forever   And everybody knew      When I caught you there   In tomorrows mirror   I thought felt you   Jump out of my skin   Throwing oil into   My blazing memories   Filling empty footsteps   I was standing in      I wanted to live forever   The same as you will too   I wanted to live forever   And everybody knew      As the falling rain   Of the northern jungle   Hanging droplets on the leaves   Bombards my brain   I hear you   Across the room   A sea of daffodils spring into bloom   You are the mist   The frost across my window pane   And again      She moves her body   And her whispers weave   And the world spins   And tells me that I'll never want to leave      As I think of you   From this dark century   I will always be   With generosity   That we both may share   The hope in hearing   That we're not just   Spirits disappearing