Из альбома: The Ghost Moon Orchestra
Slowly falls the wind,
Echoes my tears, mirrors the pain
Barely rare could last,
She’s slipping away, this person inside.
Wild out sky is rolling,
Through the hands of time, I frozen.
Stand, stand, stand.
When you run on your own,
But you wanna go home.
Then you run on your own,
But there’s nobody home.
Every season we’re knocking,
There’s no other soul,
I will channel the dark,
Onto the past.
Come in, come, to the land
Take on my hand, together we’ll dance.
All to the morning sun.
When you run on your own,
But you wanna go home.
Then you run on your own,
But there’s nobody home.
Every season we’re knocking,
There’s no other soul,
I will channel the dark,
Onto the past.
Won’t you run on your own,
Yes, you run on your own
Stepping off the dark
And it’s other way.
Feel the walks of the morning,
We’re standing, again.
When you run on your own,
But you wanna go home.
Then you run on your own,
But there’s nobody home.
Every season we’re knocking,
There’s no other soul,
I will channel the dark,
Onto the past.
And it happens to all,
And it’s no discomfort.
Sun still shining, we’re lost in timing
Sun still shining, we’re lost in timing
Sun still shining, season’s changing