Outiside the winds are thrashing Gusts upon the sill and door This house is old and has begun To settle in with time These walls are like a place back home Above my fathers room They are comfort in this turbulence My anchor in the storm
A pale portrait is all I've left to show Laced in this misery and woe
There is a light that hits My room at dusk Illuminates a face Bereft of all disgrace A face I've come to know and love Yet I have never seen its grace
Etch her spirit In my flesh Engrave her name into my soul
A pale portrait is all I've left to show It's all I have left to show Laced in this misery and woeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
