Breeze - Beyond The Black

Precious love is random

But we inhale the slightest breeze

Men can cure the symptoms

But never cure the disease

What I discovered in a corner of my mind

Tell me it’s time to face the truth

I tried to fight it but it’s powerful and blind

And tells me what I long to do

When every lie is only mirrored verity

And every sin a cry for help

When you say things you never wanted to be said

You know it’s time to walk ahead

Will I ever beat my demons?

Will I ever bear myself?

Precious love is random

But we inhale the slightest breeze

Men can cure the symptoms

But never cure the disease

When moments seem eternal

We should satisfy our needs

'Cause when the drought is coming

We should have filled our magazines

In ever vice you’ll find a little purity

And darkness shows the smallest spark

In the calm you feel the lightest summer wind

And tide is followed by the flood

A drop can overflow an ocean easily

A moment can destroy a life

A little failure is enough to lose your course

To find your way back may be hard

Will I ever beat my demons?

Are the demons bad at all?

Precious love is random

But we inhale the slightest breeze

Men can cure the symptoms

But never cure the disease

When moments seem eternal

We should satisfy our needs

'Cause when the drought is coming

We should have filled our magazines

Precious love is random

But we inhale the slightest breeze

Men can cure the symptoms

But never cure the disease

When moments seem eternal

We should satisfy our needs

'Cause when the drought is coming

We should have filled our magazines

Filled our magazines