Always running to a dead end street Hiding from myself to let me be Bleeding my heart and pray Waiting for the judgment day
Eavesdropping in a crimson sky A wounded bird that cannot fly You lead a battle full of cries and death It’s a misfortune; it’s your last breath
My wounds will be healed When my time comes to sleep My eyes will be sealed But my heart will not keep
The cries of tomorrow The sins of today My heart’s like an eagle My dying bird of prey
Restless as I catch the grip Hoping for my mind to sleep It seems to me this is the end Now I know I will transcend
My wounds will be healed When my time comes to sleep My eyes will be sealed But my heart will not keep
The cries of tomorrow The sins of today My heart’s like an eagle My dying bird of preyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
