I cannot reconcile myself to this I wish I could! I cannot live the life I ought to live I know I should! I cannot bring myself to pray, Except to wish these words away They echo round my head But soon they will escape Across the bleak landscape
There is a tree that grows out of this earth It stands alone There is a wind that shaped it from its birth By whom the seed was sown I cannot bring myself to sing It is a wild, untethered thing That echoes round my head But soon it will escape Across the bleak landscape
I cannot bring myself to... speak Except to wish myself asleep Every word unuttered Only serves to clutter up my head When I go to bed I dream that Soon I will escape Across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escape Across our very own bleak landscapeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
