Though I shut the box Still I hear it One voice through the lock In its song, a prophecy
Why must it haunt me Why does it want me
Every night, I'm drawn to the music Drawn into a heaven in hell Every day, I try not to choose it To refuse a heaven in hell
Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms
Each note tells a tale Yet unwritten I breathe, it exhales Warning in its melody
Why must it haunt me Why does it want me
Every night, I'm drawn to the music Drawn into a heaven in hell Every day, I try not to choose it To refuse a heaven in hell
Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms
Why must it haunt me Why does it want me
Every night, I'm drawn to the music Drawn into a heaven in hell Every day, I try not to choose it To refuse a heaven in hell
Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its arms Lost and found in its armsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
