歌词
A world turning in opposite direction bells toll of my lament skies not blue
Rain on the path
I wander empty and alone never looking up
Mo not sad - just hollow each breath gone expelling life from myself closer to ash
Speak to me of beauty -
Maneuver with grace
Enter my thoughts with light -
Maneuver with grace
Waking from nightmares a life of repeat we continue on straight to the end
And all I need - is what
I need - to breath of my
Soul