Sweep off the streamers and lay down the covers The story's over Love conquers all happy endings The wicked is tamed, he's got the chance for an afterthought For changing and weeping, repenting and creeping Tales always finish too early to tell that he's had enough
Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days Waiting for spring, for the doorbell to ring So far apartand still here Turning the page on these lonely last days of the year
Spirits of air ghostly friends Please take my hand, I'm so far from my land Cure all my wounds, lick my tears, chilling my face, I'm so far from my place Never again smiling backwards to past lives, never again shedding tears Never again on the waves of the turning tide Never again on these last days of the year
Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days Waiting the dike, you don't know what it is like So far apart and still there, now in the last days of the year
Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days Waiting the dike, you don't know what it is like So far apart and still here, so far away but still near Walk alone, breed of Cain, thinking all night and days One far away, knowledge goes with the pain To make a light you must burn But times are about to turn
Within my prison I'll stand Within the hope of my exile's end When every sin will be forgiven And dreams closer and clearer will gleam
Out of this deadly deep frost Without the memory of what is lost Without the tears with eyes unswelled I will build stronger and straighter high walls...That's allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
