Idioma Origen:
Now I'm passing every street light with ease
The street signs are much too dark to even
Pretend I've been here before.
Where is your hand to guide me, close by mine.
Another dead end
No, not this.
Troubles for miles with no sign, with no sign.
Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
Lost in a one track mind,
Stopping the chance to take ourselves.
It can't be much further as the day rests.
The sun fades into my eyes,
She floats around inside my empty head
Searching for.
When does the moonlight end,
The smell is so faint but it must be the one.
My bones ache from the cold.
No one could predict that I would ever get this far.
Do I have the strength to go on.
So note the things to fill my head
But still I push on.
When does the moonlight end,
The smell is so faint but it must be the one.
When does the moonlight end,
My bones ache from the cold.
No one could predict that I would ever get this far.
She's waiting, she's waiting
She's waiting, I feel her
She's waiting...
Idioma Destino:
Now I'm passing every street light with ease
The street signs are much too dark to even
Pretend I've been here before.
Where is your hand to guide me, close by mine.
Another dead end
No, not this.
Troubles for miles with no sign, with no sign.
Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
Lost in a one track mind,
Stopping the chance to take ourselves.
It can't be much further as the day rests.
The sun fades into my eyes,
She floats around inside my empty head
Searching for.
When does the moonlight end,
The smell is so faint but it must be the one.
My bones ache from the cold.
No one could predict that I would ever get this far.
Do I have the strength to go on.
So note the things to fill my head
But still I push on.
When does the moonlight end,
The smell is so faint but it must be the one.
When does the moonlight end,
My bones ache from the cold.
No one could predict that I would ever get this far.
She's waiting, she's waiting
She's waiting, I feel her
She's waiting...