The misty highs we climb A search through fear disguised These sudden facts can make you hollow
When checked this life derived From barren scapes behind Where he supposedly hides In a place to waste, a place to wallow With this precious time and the end being nigh Saw the path leading back from a private notion
As winter blooms, the Fall unmasks Spring presides that the Summer is mine
And as it goes sometimes you wake up...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
