No more wishes for the past
no lingering of " somthinger "
desperations and fevers last
the undertows are strong here
and here I lie , another morning arise
too far away from coming home
I see a face in the snow inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow and the sun is to far away to feel
and here I lie , another morning arise
too far away from coming home
and could we live within the wake of hidden lies
when we're too far away ...
no lingering of " somthinger "
desperations and fevers last
the undertows are strong here
and here I lie , another morning arise
too far away from coming home
I see a face in the snow inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow and the sun is to far away to feel
and here I lie , another morning arise
too far away from coming home
and could we live within the wake of hidden lies
when we're too far away ...