Dreaming lightly on your own I wouldn't mind you being alone Nothing here has been the same Ever since this winter came Seized the engine in my heart
the city, there's witches in the caves There's matchsticks in the kitty, why can't you behave Torches search the heavens, it's raining out at sea Everyone
with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in theGallery of Frost
nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay
hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay,
suicide) cuz I felt inept to carry the knowledge The mission (suicide) to teach the uncivilized (Suicide) WHY!? It was a pitch-black night The frost
nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay,
hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay, Ay
nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
