Walking down the familiar hill Bare feet barely touching the damp ground There is no light, there is no sound There`s only emptiness all around
Darkness longing to hug him close Like lover`s arms lost long ago And in the void, he hears his name Mute voices calling out for him
A movement. A face. Familiar still But only a mask of her former selfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
