Тексты песен Stiltskin

Into a room Old curtains broken chains I walk in through Dust on the wooden stairs Stone by the trees Lost days and faded names Pain in my throat No river stays the same They won't be here anymore The

A matter of empty gestures A question of circumstance But only fools turn You gave without a question You spoke without conceit I had too much to learn We'll be together We'll be together We'll be tog