Souls suffer the landscape In shrouds of dew, as ghosts. Their eternity is for searching But a certain dissension grows. I've seen them wonder, Voices raised in prayer Consorting wind whisper, They curse the ones not there.
If you didn't want this and I dind't need it, Then how has this interest become an addiction ? If you didn't want it then why can't you do without ? I know I'm not your first one,
But I pray I'll be your last. I've never seen you cry before, But I know that I'll make you laugh. I know and you know, you've heard this all before... These arms are for holding on. This heart won't stray from home
I know, I know... God tell me, where's my halo ?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
