5 acessos
This word has hardly begun, this world already done. So slowly does time unwind, and every day is too long. No cross carried, no stone rolled away, I'm living blindly, heedless of today. I sit here struggling against the mother-of-pearl of your skin. I want to hide myself in this song because every day is too long. No cross carried, no stone rolled away, I'm living blindly, heedless of today.