Trying to see but can't break through Silver skies talk to me like ghosts of the past Ignoring calls from electric skies And the house of cards Falls to the ground
Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still lost in the white lines Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through mirrors
A December could only apply to myself Going to the lake of freedom but water is to cold to swim I can go back but I can't move Temptation can burn But will I drown
Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through the white lines Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through the mirrors
Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still lost in the white lines Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through mirrorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
