歌词
Running over faces of blue
Tracing over facts till I fail you
Wasting breathe on the hills behind your face
Erasing dread with a complete still of grace
I can't even feel the trace of my own skin
I can't even feel your face in the sill
I can't move
I can't breathe
I can't remember I believe
I cant even begin to move
Even closer I can't choose
Wasting breathe in the end
Grasping words for melancholy dance movements
Even in the still
I can feel the breathe in
Even the field
Grass pulls me in
Evil things come through they try to hack
Nasty words come in
I can't them back
And ill be dead in the end
Wishing best and regret
On the faith again
May the cross always stand
He will stand and will always win