Your brightest breadths were spaces in my recollections Holes in my maps What did you hold that I don't know A gentle lack, a h(a/o)llow frame Some billowed boast without a name When I was wanting for some new unending breeze
I know there's something up ahead there in that new space And we've been moving closer to it at the ends of days And if faith is such a blessing What song then will I sing? I'll sing it out now what is pouring in through meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
