weesp - "Our Own Gale" |
Our Own Gale Nights are getting longer while I lose count Of the days spent in chill solitude. why are you here? It's so easy... tearing off the ropes Stay awake spread your lungs wide The skull in sand, this is the time of devastation and contempt Pull me out I need your warmth We'll fill the air with scent of rain Pull me out I need your warmth The piercing squeal of our own gale easy yeah. tearing off the veins The skull in sand... I know why you're here Do you feel this gale... Are you in my gale? Pull me out I need your warmth We'll fill the air with scent of rain Pull me out I need your warmth The piercing squeal of our own gale Pull me out I need your warmth I swear you'll never see me anymore Pull me out I need your warmth The piercing squeal of our own gale |