Softly a cold wind paints my face Into your arms Sell my sorry soul
Can't keep my senses from your taste Sun on the farm And I'm not growing old
Been enraptured and tied Turn your ghosts into mine All the years, all the years I'm alive
Naked, the night falls in your eyes Slowly I burn Like the autumn leaves
Brittle as ash but when I rise Love I will learn Like the elder trees
Been enraptured and tied Turn your ghosts into mine All the years, all the years I'm alive
Been enraptured and tied Turn your ghosts into mine All the years, all the years I'm alive
Softly a cold wind paints my face Into your arms Sell my sorry soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
