Early morning, dreary horizon Aching hands are pulling a millstone Wailing from the cart Moaning from a shattered heart
Hes burned down many a bridge And he's scared of walking in the dark x2 It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
Oh he is worn out from marching And hes forgotten for what he's searching Yet he keeps up the stride God knows that he won't arrive
Hes burned down many a bridge And he's scared of walking in the dark x2 It hurts when the rain falls on his skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
