Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
show me a place that ain't hell, if there's space, give me room to breathe
that's all that i need for this body can't fail
and if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it
let it all out, please let me out of here
and i shall rise from the ashes
grow like a rose from the ruins
there must be light in the darkness
hope at the end of the night
yes, i've been tryin' all my life to get to heaven
but awoke in the eye of the storm
but i shall rise from the ashes, grow from the ruins and return
back home
this is a call from the gaols coming up to the prisoners of pleasure
drunk on the blood of the next generations
and i've been through many strange confusions, splitting myself into to many faces
now the mirror is broken, i can see the worms behind
you may well have your ways of triumph, you may well have your ways of truth
just gimme some room to breathe, that's all that i need
me and my strange friends
we all belong to the grand astral body
(take my hand and i take you out of here)
and there's you behind those legendary curtains
take my hand before you wither in the crowd
and i take you out of here
this is the end of the show, i don't know was i wrong was i right
oh love, i don't know, i wasn't perfect for sure
but now i feel like a new born baby, lying in the dew of the morning
laughing at the sky like a brave new apollo
show me a place that ain't hell, if there's space, give me room to breathe    that's all that i need for this body can't fail    and if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it    let it all out, please let me out of here    and i shall rise from the ashes    grow like a rose from the ruins    there must be light in the darkness    hope at the end of the night    yes, i've been tryin' all my life to get to heaven    but awoke in the eye of the storm    but i shall rise from the ashes, grow from the ruins and return    back home    this is a call from the gaols coming up to the prisoners of pleasure    drunk on the blood of the next generations    and i've been through many strange confusions, splitting myself into to many faces    now the mirror is broken, i can see the worms behind    you may well have your ways of triumph, you may well have your ways of truth    just gimme some room to breathe, that's all that i need    me and my strange friends    we all belong to the grand astral body    (take my hand and i take you out of here)    and there's you behind those legendary curtains    take my hand before you wither in the crowd    and i take you out of here    this is the end of the show, i don't know was i wrong was i right    oh love, i don't know, i wasn't perfect for sure    but now i feel like a new born baby, lying in the dew of the morning    laughing at the sky like a brave new apollo