In day by white Where naught else but ice The waking distance between the living and no longer Built to raze Stone by stone by stone By his own hand
Until nothing’s left Until everything is unbuilt Until the child drowns The sky watches on The wind rushes on The child drowns
In gold and blue There would be nothing for every name The sleeping distance between the dead The vacancy of a wound A knife that shares your face With eyes like glassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
