3 acessos
You say you need a friend
But I've been down that dead end
It's a winding path
One that I won't walk again, I won't walk again
This isolation
Old friends fall into the sea
This isolation
Traitors to your eyes only
This isolation
Pour on those buckets of defeat as your own ship sinks
A fistfight and a dream
Fiction floods reality
Lash out at apparitions
You're losing grip on everything, everything
This isolation
Old friends fall into the sea
This isolation
Traitors to your eyes only
I still see the clear connection between the past and present
Still see the clear connection between the person you are now and the bastard under your skin
Pour on those buckets of defeat as your own ship sinks