Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea Roves an oath, in search for something more to be "Still hard for me"
Treading lightly, tightly shedding its old skin Leaving trails of night for light to bring chagrin While air grows thin
Wailing winds, alarm, in feathers it have dressed Surrounding what's left inside its chest We too shall rest
Roaring lungs, as oath becomes through flight past trees Only the rhythm of love escapes the harmonies Leaving us a beat
In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide While this world collides, this world collides It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me
In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide (Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea) While this world collides, this world collides (Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea) It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me
In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide While this world collides, this world collides It's not enough for me, it's not enough for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
