Из альбома: Strange Friend
Running on a dark unfolding road
the one that stole the eye
following the faded frames of old
of blind faith they deny
when i drew a breath and asked her why
the statue’s sigh reply
nevermore the silent stone i want
the wind that cried the night
oh….
turning on a light inside your mind
the face that brought your fall
reaching in to hold the hands of old
that long that held it all
nevermore to hear the hollow words
the ones that saved the lord
nevermore to hear them sing our words
the wind that cried the world
oh…
running on a road as dark unfolds
the wind that cried, the wind that called
nevermore the cold winds silent storm
the light that burned, the light that shone
running on a road in darkness bring
the wind that called, the wind that sings
nevermore the silent stone untold
the wind that cried, the wind that called
oh…