Текст песни Stream of Passion - For You

Sitting on a throne of glass,
watching every season pass.
In your cold, hollow stare
the story is told again.
Could it be? Did you see us
trying to cut the strings?

Then it all became a vision
of the past,
and the distance something
we could never grasp.

But just know that
when we turned our backs and left
there were way too many things left
to be said.

Every thorn, the pain in every wound,
it’s all for you.