Bereaved of new starts Back at shimmery strands Vast
Where memory hands me All of the sins I’ve sent for war All the sins I’ve sent for war
I’ve seen them destroy Leaving battered old arms Grieving “Always hold on” Numb was the tongue When sea flit stand Humming howls of a romance
I’ve seen this before Stars Night carpet has blown Heard with borrowed moan Ghosts Own the tempo of my heart Own the tempo of my heart
Can’t recall past few years Shore spoke gently “Yet, I feel” Trumpets triumph “Let the yield, be thy throne”
Most quiet It’s been a lonely high A long time listeningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
