3 acessos
The moonlight unfurls
Over my widow still
And to the glass it cries
Of the bitter cold outside
I seek the words and find myself
A work of frail mockery
The moon I warn her because
The night's pitiful, dark despair Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt The moonlight unfurls
Over my widow still
And to the glass it cries
Of the bitter cold outside
Again I seek their words and find myself
Forever at their disdain
Hadn't I warned her beware
The night's pitiful, dark despair
Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt