Pistol smoke retreating through the snow An open door Footprints trailed by crimson life no more Skin is cold Search lights beam to the coast And hope falls with the tide low
Thoughts on your killer dance my way Thoughts on your killer dance my way Way, way Way, way
Marble stones are cast across the shore A coast of foam Tales of men who brave the sea alone No coming home I don't know where you roam But home, feels like lost souls
Thoughts of your killer dance my way Thoughts of your killer dance my way Way, way Way, wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
