6 acessos
I'm still searching
Can 't define my religion
On a Sunday , April the 21**
I will understand that I've waited too long
All these little things
I try to tell youin a song
InParis we can't meet for the show
And my birthday present you will never know
Sometimes it's hard to explain
These words for the end of the lane
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears while you sleep
When your brother died37 days ago
I felt he took a part of you
You where so afraid then to leave him alone
In dreams he can reach for your hand
You followed the way to the end
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears
I'm so alone
In this beautiful mind
So anodyne
Thesetears in my eyes
Initialgreatness
And the spirit is gone
Replacedbythe burden
Ofa quite contrived version of what we calllife
…but we have to carry on
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears, dry my tears dry my tears
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears, while you sleep