7 acessos
No more wishes for the past
No lingering of "somethinger"
Desperations and fevers last
The undertows are strong here
And here I lie , another morning arise
Too far away from coming home
I see a face in the snow inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow and the sun is to far away to feel
And here I lie , another morning arise
Too far away from coming home
And could we live within the wake of hidden lies
When we're too far away...