A fire’s beneath the cloak of night Has my eyes in control We guard them with our weary eyes and we watch them grow When the time is right And we’re ready to begin At the first tide, your patience wearing thin Scattered in from night I scrawl it in a winter white Melting into thin air
The kind of witch I came to be Left of being swallowed whole By offering a piece of me To any given form Scattered in the mud Like innocent shades of white Spreading by the wind
(Change goes on) (Wind blows south)
It doesn’t end They ask us why, who said we had a chance? Want me to fall? It doesn't end (through the wind, through the wind) They ask us why, who said we had a chance? Want me to fall?
Too thin (through the wind, through the wind) Too thin, too thin (through the wind, through the wind, through the wind)
(change goes on) (through the wind, through the wind, through the wind) (Wind blows south)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
