Solitude kept satin sheets
Caged eyes of a scarlet dream
Revelations woke upon
A bishops blade
I rose by fears from which
I hung on a lovers cross
They sang in the moon dance
Upon the evergreen
Brushed courts with a conceived thought
A deep river to cross
Reflections of a soft moonlit isle
A garden found within and behind
Our closed eyes caught eachother
For aversions shadow
A first breaths arabesque had turned towards the crimson sea
No man holds the city keys
When reflections return
A soft prism, a painted glance
Upon the prophets applause
As truth reforms the tide
Not unseen from the words
Beneath the cloak of a visage waits
A dark majesty
My unconscious named the tongue
Of the lights of closed eyes
Harnessed to her sympathy
Under mournful moons
A grey hearts temper fits between
Forgotten thoughts
Holding faster to the wing
Not succumbing to rhye
Alex Izenberg - Apophenia Lyrics
Alex Izenberg - Apophenia Lyrics
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Solitude kept satin sheets
Caged eyes of a scarlet dream
Revelations woke upon
A bishops blade
I rose by fears from which
I hung on a lovers cross
They sang in the moon dance
Upon the evergreen
Brushed courts with a conceived thought
A deep river to cross
Reflections of a soft moonlit isle
A garden found within and behind
Our closed eyes caught eachother
For aversions shadow
A first breaths arabesque had turned towards the crimson sea
No man holds the city keys
When reflections return
A soft prism, a painted glance
Upon the prophets applause
As truth reforms the tide
Not unseen from the words
Beneath the cloak of a visage waits
A dark majesty
My unconscious named the tongue
Of the lights of closed eyes
Harnessed to her sympathy
Under mournful moons
A grey hearts temper fits between
Forgotten thoughts
Holding faster to the wing
Not succumbing to rhye
Caged eyes of a scarlet dream
Revelations woke upon
A bishops blade
I rose by fears from which
I hung on a lovers cross
They sang in the moon dance
Upon the evergreen
Brushed courts with a conceived thought
A deep river to cross
Reflections of a soft moonlit isle
A garden found within and behind
Our closed eyes caught eachother
For aversions shadow
A first breaths arabesque had turned towards the crimson sea
No man holds the city keys
When reflections return
A soft prism, a painted glance
Upon the prophets applause
As truth reforms the tide
Not unseen from the words
Beneath the cloak of a visage waits
A dark majesty
My unconscious named the tongue
Of the lights of closed eyes
Harnessed to her sympathy
Under mournful moons
A grey hearts temper fits between
Forgotten thoughts
Holding faster to the wing
Not succumbing to rhye
Writer: Phil Ek, Alex Izenberg, Greg Hartunian
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Performed By: Alex Izenberg
Language: English
Length: 3:29
Written by: Phil Ek, Alex Izenberg, Greg Hartunian