Release my hands Put them where they should be On night of sighs mutually The candles and sights of your paints Oh, how things used to be Makes it hard at me
See my face It must be a grief Of the horror That she'd said she'll become But not when she set me free Were it meant to hurt? What it means to heal?
More than the sun More than the sun More than the dreams that she hide The cause is secret I never lay it back I have my head so full of pride on You don't fill up the past
Feel my eyes And not how they should be The crossing of her burn upon my face Just like they said they'd be When she'd finished with me It's how she'd meant to be
More than the sun More than the sun More than the dreams that I hide More than the sun More than the sun More than the dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
