A pale night, an empty page, a word that lies awake, A word that tries to give the hope that i΄m about to take A doped tongue, some thick red ink, another leaden cry, Another word that tells me life΄s just a four letter lie - so listen... Where i΄ll go, i΄ll go alone, writing letters to the living - tears and ink all spilled in vain... Won΄t speak, won΄t shout, but my words will mute the world, Line by line the letters death and pestilence will hurl But letters to the living are letters left for dead, And letters like the ones i΄d write should better stay unread - so listen... Where i΄ll go, i΄ll go alone, writing letters to the living - tears and ink all spilled in vain...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
