Age of Electric Enya Lyrics:
Enya, In your language is there a word for anger
Or is it in your temple where you hide? Enya, In
your temple you flowers bloom like fire But now
your colours faded and you're cold Hide in your
inner circle, Strength ain't muscle Whatever makes
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it better, Hold onto your pride In time your faith
will wither, Fucked up and gone Hurt won't live
forever Enya, In your garden all of your angels
gather Taking you into hiding, Under their wings
Enya, In your saviour can you find hope for future
Where all fears and angers won't cloud your way
Enya, In your shelter, Is there a fire for comfort
Burning your inhibitions away
Lyrics: Enya, Age of Electric [end]