Toss a book across the room Punch a hole in the wall so the light can find me here
Blinded and unsure to move I’m listening to all those stories of every fire going out
So I’ll see you at the dark end see you at the dark end see you at the dark end soon
Following the landslide Anybody seen my colors and ways of youth
Through the woods out on the lake along a frosty trail is where I go to find my way
The hours pass but I keep coming back to all those stories of every fire going outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
