Sometimes I feel I've lost my way to gain freedom From these visions I have that torment my mind I have lost my blind faith to heavenly dreams Struck by terror and fear, I wish I'd rather be blind
How can I carry on when she is not here? I can still hear her laughter down in the hall Sometimes I can see her when she's wandering near Her red dress still in my sight before I begin to fall
All my life turned to sorrow The spiral stair, slowed down horror The old lady is blind, but she's still able to see I watch the ferry go by in my funeral dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
