Letra da Música: Enya - Age Of Electric

Enya
In your language is there a word for anger
Or is it in your temple where you hide.
Enya
In your temple your flowers bloom like fire
But now your colour's faded and you're cold
Hide in your inner circle
Strength ain't muscle
Whatever makes it better
Hold onto your pride
In time your faith will wither
Fucked up and lost
Hurt won't live forever
Enya
In your garden all of your angels gather
Taking you into hiding under their wings
Enya
In your savior can you find hope for a future
Where all your fears and anger won't cloud your way
Enya
In your shelter is there a fire for comfort
Burning your inhibitions away