Painted clouds, Painted gray, Painted stars, milky way. It all makes you feel small Fading dreams, faded reality, fading seams life's small tragedies. lost graces, lost races, losing senses, building long fences. it all makes you feel small. Where do you belong? Where do you fit in? What's the voice in your song, truly saying? Translation is needed, once again. Translation, translation. Aging walls, Aging halls, Aged and tattered, Dead things mattered. Forty angels, forty years later, fortified resolve, you meet your maker. So, Where do you belong? Where do you fit in? What's the voice in your song, truly saying? Translation is needed, once again. Translation, translation. Some one please translate for me, the words on the page from a different age, put there by a biblical sage, Some one please translate for me, the words on the page from a different age, put there by a biblical sage So, Where do you belong? Where do you fit in? What's the voice in your song, truly saying? Translation is needed, once again. Translation, translation. So, Where do you belong? Where do you fit in? What's the voice in your song, truly saying? Translation is needed, once again. Translation, translation.
