歌曲 | A Song For Deaf Ears In Empty Cathedrals |
歌手 | :Of The Wand & The Moon: |
专辑 | The Lone Descent |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The veils trails and trials | |
In hearts rites and dreams | |
And count your blessings | |
The night has no end | |
Let go | |
Give in | |
Succumb | |
Hail that emptiness | |
The things that you let in | |
Are the things that might leave you dead | |
Don´t speak words are futile | |
And time will erase the rest | |
The night distilled* with tears | |
Unfruitful loveless empty | |
Let go | |
Give in | |
Succumb | |
Share my emptiness | |
The things that you let in | |
Are the things that might leave you dead | |
The burned out incense of a buried love | |
Empty halo rising above | |
You are the one of that i'm sure | |
But shall the fear become the cure? | |
The fear of letting go | |
That has buried me in this field of snow |
The veils trails and trials | |
In hearts rites and dreams | |
And count your blessings | |
The night has no end | |
Let go | |
Give in | |
Succumb | |
Hail that emptiness | |
The things that you let in | |
Are the things that might leave you dead | |
Don t speak words are futile | |
And time will erase the rest | |
The night distilled with tears | |
Unfruitful loveless empty | |
Let go | |
Give in | |
Succumb | |
Share my emptiness | |
The things that you let in | |
Are the things that might leave you dead | |
The burned out incense of a buried love | |
Empty halo rising above | |
You are the one of that i' m sure | |
But shall the fear become the cure? | |
The fear of letting go | |
That has buried me in this field of snow |
The veils trails and trials | |
In hearts rites and dreams | |
And count your blessings | |
The night has no end | |
Let go | |
Give in | |
Succumb | |
Hail that emptiness | |
The things that you let in | |
Are the things that might leave you dead | |
Don t speak words are futile | |
And time will erase the rest | |
The night distilled with tears | |
Unfruitful loveless empty | |
Let go | |
Give in | |
Succumb | |
Share my emptiness | |
The things that you let in | |
Are the things that might leave you dead | |
The burned out incense of a buried love | |
Empty halo rising above | |
You are the one of that i' m sure | |
But shall the fear become the cure? | |
The fear of letting go | |
That has buried me in this field of snow |