Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Skunkworks

I’m vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed, 
as the red shift fills my eyes 
Minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away 


I remembered you, as you walked into that room 


Dislocated, jagged pieces, are sliding into this broken mind 
Swimming back against the river but I’m rising with the tide 


Where we came from, we’re all going back there soon 


How many times have we met this way? 
How many lives have we lived before? 
How many faces and how many names? 
Shadows come, but shadows are gone 
Shadows come, but shadows are gone 


How many times have we met this way? 
How many lives have we lived before? 
How many faces and how many names? 
Shadows come, but shadows are gone 
Shadows come, but shadows are gone