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Unopened Letter To The World
- wykonawca: Ataris, The
If I died tomorrow
Would this song live on forever??
Here is my...
Unopened letter to a world
that never shall reply
If I died tomorrow
Would this song live on forever??
Here is my?
Unopened letter to a world
that never shall reply, never shall reply
From this second story window
I can hear the church bells calling out my name.
This table is set for one.
Even angels would be homesick in this forsaken town.
On random notes of parchment
I'm scrawling my existence,
Dressed in white.
This candle radiates throughout the night
And it's never burning out, Never burning out
From this second story window
I can hear the children down on Main Street.
They're singing their songs tonight.
In the shadows, I will listen to their every movement.
Mr. Higginson, Am I not good enough for the world?
Am I destined only to die
The same way that I lived...
In seclusion.
From high up on this mountain
I can almost see your lonely windowsill.
They'll carry you off tonight.
There's a ghost in your old bedroom
And a candle burning bright.
If I died tomorrow
Would this song live on forever?
If I died tomorrow
Would this song live on forever??
Here is my...
Unopened letter to a world
that never shall reply
If I died tomorrow
Would this song live on forever??
Here is my?
Unopened letter to a world
that never shall reply, never shall reply
From this second story window
I can hear the church bells calling out my name.
This table is set for one.
Even angels would be homesick in this forsaken town.
On random notes of parchment
I'm scrawling my existence,
Dressed in white.
This candle radiates throughout the night
And it's never burning out, Never burning out
From this second story window
I can hear the children down on Main Street.
They're singing their songs tonight.
In the shadows, I will listen to their every movement.
Mr. Higginson, Am I not good enough for the world?
Am I destined only to die
The same way that I lived...
In seclusion.
From high up on this mountain
I can almost see your lonely windowsill.
They'll carry you off tonight.
There's a ghost in your old bedroom
And a candle burning bright.
If I died tomorrow
Would this song live on forever?