Through the sands of solitude we ran In our wasteland heaven, we were young The air was cool it was summer time The change of seasons seemed Too far behind
We had days of never ending nights Fields of gold under wide starry skies Then leaves turned crimson red and brown The fall unveiled her velvet gown The winds of autumn breaking us apart
Into the arms of solitude we walked Like looming shadows in the hushing dusk The freezing chills, the foreign sun The silver grey, the song unsung The sound of winter piercing through the bone
And we look for life among the dead And we always find the beauty in loss and grim We've been traveling on this road too long We'll find our place with dead and gone
(We can't save us from ourselves) We come alive, come alive in our darkest hour Burning bright, burning bright like a funeral Pyre
And we look for life among the dead And we always find the beauty in loss and grim We've been traveling on this road too long We'll find our place with dead and goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
