your face is my illusion etching on me one more mystery these mounts and meadows haunt me knowing no one will follow me back home
your ends are my beginnings rushing to me from an endless stream these shapes and shadows want me floating through me hoping I will grow
an ancient glance cast through the timeless air he serves my eye... each hour of grief renews each moment breaks my path and after every rapture I cannot offer a token glance at every joy at every fear at every way I've ever knownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
