This is a place of healing I must be buried with the days That run like sand Run through my fingers Here I can find a grain of gold In the dust That covers me My head, hands and feet This is the place, this is the room In the black corner of the room Hidden from view I lay down and fall through Through the cracks on the wall The black corner of the room Hidden from view A splinter of light cuts through Through the cracks on the wall How did I find this place of healing? It's hidden from view How can one splinter of light Shine through the cracks? This is the place, this is the roomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
