Текст песни
A crack may split the ground between our feet,
Clouds may loom where shadows twist and cling,
But my love’s pure resin—warm, bittersweet—
Seals every wound, softens every sting.
I see no storm, no wall to block my view,
Just your portrait in my soul’s quiet room.
Your laughter chimes like morning bells, so true,
Guiding me back from darkness to your bloom.
I still feel the warmth of your tender hold,
Eyes that held a sun I failed to keep.
Forgive me—I let that light grow cold,
Unmeant the pain my careless hands would reap.
But know this love’s no fleeting sound or sigh—
It’s the oak’s deep root, unshaken, unconfined,
Buried in my chest where raw truths lie.
I’ll wait like earth aching for the rain,
Like the wind that waits for dawn’s first light.
Though the night between us turns to ice,
I know the dawn will rise where you reside.
My love outlasts the walls they build to part us,
Outlasts the words that wound and crucify—
In eternity, you’re my only compass,
Without you, my soul turns cold… (cold… cold…)
They say time erases every scar,
That golden days lost can’t be reclaimed.
But my soul won’t forget who you are—
Love’s fierce fire outshines their hollow blame.
I’ll stay like your shadow in the sun’s gold gaze,
Quiet, constant, where your footsteps roam.
Without you, the world fades to gray haze—
A lifeless sketch where colors once found home.
Forgive my sharp words, my fleeting cold,
The moments I let doubt dim your flame.
You’re my eternal spring—without your hold,
I wither, parched, whispering your name.
Let me stand beside you, breathe the same air,
Eyes locked like stars in a boundless sky.
You’re my harbor, my solace, beyond compare—
My salvation, my truth, my "yes" to life.
(Ooooh…!)
I’ll wait like earth aching for the rain,
Like the wind that waits for dawn’s first light.
Though the night between us turns to ice,
I know the dawn will rise where you reside.
My love outlasts the walls they build to part us,
Outlasts the words that wound and crucify—
In eternity, you’re my only compass,
Without you, my soul turns cold… (cold… cold…)
I’m the ring your palm once kept warm,
The oak root sunk in my chest’s dark core.
My heart pleads, "Return to my arms—"
I’m the wind waiting past the hill for dawn’s soft roar.
I’ll wait like earth aching for the rain,
Like the wind that waits for dawn’s first light.
Though the night between us turns to ice,
I know the dawn will rise where you reside.
My love outlasts the walls they build to part us,
Outlasts the words that wound and crucify—
In eternity, you’re my only compass,
Without you, my soul turns cold…
…cold… cold…
