Walk out in the back
In the snow fallen covered tracks.
I'm struck dumb,
There is nothing in my head.
Noise,
don't make noise.
But while the others are stone cold somber,
I'm blind.
Lost my voice,
Lost my choice,
but I reckon it's alright.
In the snow fallen covered tracks.
I'm struck dumb,
There is nothing in my head.
Noise,
don't make noise.
But while the others are stone cold somber,
I'm blind.
Lost my voice,
Lost my choice,
but I reckon it's alright.