From The Hands Of Violeta Lyrics

James Dean Bradfield From The Hands Of Violeta

Hiding or witnessing
Screaming or whispering
Oblivion or requiem
Rejoice or lament

A folklore symphony
Threnody or eulogy
A missing piece of me
That I will never know

It is with you that I am clothed
It is with you that I am clothed

Release us when it's time
In what we lose we are defined
Gracias a la vida' you gave
As brief as a wave

But strong as lungs revived
A chorus of the despised
Striking matches in the mind
A choir leading the blind

From forgotten memories
From forgotten memories
From forgotten melodies
From forgotten melodies