Из альбома: Without My Enemy What Would I Do

Storms coming down
Pull my jacket around me
Fast, were coping

Ripped down my bones
And release the trapezius, all that I know
Trouble

Cold, the outbreaks and no
Nothing to cry about
I guess I'm undone
Still I don't know the size
Of mountains in their youth
Or how to close my pride

I'm singing like a choir
In the darkest night
In the streets park empty
I won't fade out until you, ring, to call me

I'm singing like a choir
In the darkest night
In the darkest hour, wooh
I won't fade out until you, feel, my power

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