I need rest In this place of kindred souls Mine is yours and of no one else Blue the flame, black the steel that warms the earth Pass it by no one's there An empty shell
Dragging the trail of mist That has swallowed up the riverbank Nothing to measure it all And all the numbers I get are wrong All the time
Network of their lives derailed Tightening to shape the noose Leaking walls, your fortress now Context lost to newfound king
There the waters will sever us from this woundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.