The disease may enter dreams in a way that fools the heart Making one believe that it belongs there, while waking still The long rest of a tired and beat down old man Exhausted from fighting, He lay to rest behind a closed door Lonely and broken Looking for a light that will glow upon his dark eyes He lay there praying for an end He lay there praying for an end Don't give up, he told his own mind Don't give in, would not allow the body To give up, he would endure suffering To give in, it would not even cross his mind Don't give up, he told his own mind Don't give in, would not allow the body To give up, he would endure suffering To give in, it would not even cross his mind And he watches time go by as if this were a means to an end The disease may enter dreams in a way that fools the heart Making one believe that it belongs there, while waking still The long rest of a tired and beat down old man Exhausted from fighting, He lay to rest behind a closed door Lonely and broken Looking for a light that will glow upon his dark eyes He lay there praying for an end He lay there praying for an end Don't give up, he told his own mind Don't give in, would not allow the body To give up, he would endure suffering To give in, it would not even cross his mind Don't give up, he told his own mind Don't give in, would not allow the body To give up, he would endure suffering To give in, it would not even cross his mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
