The hour is late but still
I'm spinning around in my bed
Failing to steer clear of thoughts
On which my pain is always fed
Chorus
Outside the sky cries for me again
My sorrow is feeding the ground so wet
From it trees are grown so high
Making sure I never forget
And I never will
I never will forget
That dreadful day when all seemed fine
Your wordly blade has sunk so deep
Puncturing this heart of mine
Depriving my life of rest and sleep
Chorus
Post je objavljen 02.05.2007. u 17:57 sati.