Endless Reverie - Azam Ali, Banco De Gaia

Waiting for the rain

For the skies lamenting

All around silence

Has its roots sunk deep

My longing lingers

My tresses twist

But in my isolation

All truth is empty

Waiting by the wayside

Of an endless reverie

Where all the things I run from

Are sure enough to find me

Would that love were something

Than a false slavery

To a god I don’t know

And to all the things that tempt me

Then in the light of reason

Where truth is empty

The alchemy of sin

Would be revealed

Waiting by the wayside

Of an endless reverie

Where all the things I run from

Are sure enough to find me