So you've returned to lengthen my shadowTo once again shatter my windows What a child will feel When the home is hell Hands loom and fall Waiting for the pen to move
With arms too wide to hold just one Too small to heal the world Go on
Were it but words that called me home Relayed the dream that beckoned you beyond Every injured soul Needs a silent hand to hold Someone to break Pleading for the heart to hate
Hell is an empty house haunted by a child's voice Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
