vrfer:
Outside the wind blew in his face,Threw sand in his eyes as if it were trying to bar its way, It grew darker and colder, He wiped his eyes and from the distance, Came a low rumble like the sound of thunder, The last thing he saw were these creatures
vrfer:
The garden sighs, flowers die.The gate was closed that day,But I was bound to carry on.She could not see me through the windows.Graven face, she said my name.knew she had lied.When can I take you from this place?When is the word but a sigh?When is death o
vrfer:
Searching the darkness And emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun Will never rest Will never be at ease All my matter's expired so I run
vrfer:
Sunday at six, when they opened the gates, I'm still sitting there, An old man runs across the grass, he's always last Almost everybody in, sit down stand up, sit down stand up again, on you knees, it makes no difference to me
vrfer:
I tried to stay away, Just in case. I’ve come to realise we all have our place Time, time has a way, you know, to make it clear. And I have my role in this, I can’t disappear, Or leave you here.
