9 acessos
Ashes. ashes.
Our souls drift us like ashes in the brittle air...
Through the brittle air
Hold out your hands
Afraid to hold out for what you need...
But see, see what you need
Twirling like leaves, we float away...
Drift away from things, the things you desire
Desire, desire: the passion burning in your heart
Reach for what you want
Fears or freedoms: what if your peceptions are all wrong?
I wouldn't stop loving you.
Ashes. ashes.
Our souls drift us like ashes in the brittle air...
Through the brittle air