Sunlight Sticks in your eyes In the silence Of the empty house
Stillness It will consume this All of the days we spent Fighting our consciences
Tell me How bad does it hurt?
It surrounds me Everything at once Everything that was
Standing (...this is the past, this is the present, and this is the future...) In your front yard Trying to recognize what's lost
Apathy Cradles you gently When the morning comes I'll be gone before the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
