歌词
Curtains swaying, windows closed
ghost of the wind knocking at my door
is that you checking on me
bring the fire to set me free
Chill my body make it cold
warm me up and let me go
i hear voices in the air
its too strange no one's ever there
Little drummer play my march
bring your beat, drown out the dark
ghosts walking above my grave
the cold washing souls away
Chill my body make it cold
warm me up and let me go
i hear voices in the air
its too strange no one's ever there
Why question the only questions
i already know the answers to
so i wish i could count quietly
in a crowded room until it was empty
we were the only ones standing there
in another time, another life, another place
and the only thing one could hear was the soft
whisper of
4, 3, 2
Why question the only questions
i already know the answers to
so i wish i could count quietly
in a crowded room until it was empty
we were the only ones standing there
in another time, another life, another place
and the only thing one could hear was the soft
whisper of
4, 3, 2
