I dream of Seattle's cool, damp streets I dream of Savannah's swollen, summer heat
Inexorable haunting whispers I can taste your hate Staggering ashen tide We lay down our lives
You pull me through time and worm holes You pull me through time and worm holes
My limbs were trembling My heart was not in my body I did not know life from death
Look past the blue and black These scents and characters may bring us backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
