Don't look back or blame it on your guiding hands As you feel the rising wind on your face Telling stories of what could have been In which no comfort is to be found, but doubt and despair This dead end road has become your home
No healing your ailing heart Only footsteps on rainy streets You cannot let go of these strains As they've made you who you are As they've made us who we are
We are gathering regrets day by day We're growing weaker by the minute The downpour drenching us to the bone Giving us our share of loneliness
Am I atoning for my mistakes Or was it a twist of fate? My trust has long become resentment You see my face beset by pain
The aching written into my skin in furrows The aching written into our skin in furrows
You turn away your head in silent reconciliation Unable to fathom this burden of grief While I ponder if it is worth to go on Walking past doors long closed
Hence our paths have crossed and shall now diverge again We are one in the same in this plight struck world Crestfallen and deprived of hope we wander into a darker tomorrow Will there be a silver lining?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
