I've known mornings white as diamonds silent from a night so cold such a stillness calm as the owl glides our lives are buried in snow
I was sifting through the piles in my hand a tangled thread each patient tug upon the snarl is a glimpse of what has been
burdened bands gain strong hands gaping holes where diamonds should be must have been morning that stole them a glint of white in the pocket of winter
and some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
I've known mornings white as diamonds silent from a night so cold such a stillness calm as the owl glides our lives are buried in snow our lives are buried in snowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.