I listen to the silence
without speaking
wind is touching my skin
is cold now
my guitar's gonna cry
and I'm dreamin'
Life seems to have just passed me by
rit.
I will be there
with you and I will find a light to die
you will be here
with me and my tears are becoming blood
I am lookin no more
keeping my breath
and I thought to write words
anymore
my guitar's gonna cry
and I'm dreamin
Life seems to have just passed me by
rit.
I will be there
with you and I will find a light to die
you will be here
with me and my tears are becoming blood
they are becoming Blood
I listen to the silence
Is cold now
Life seems to have just passed me by
rit.
I will be there
with you and I will find a light to die
you will be here
with me and my tears are becoming blood