Текст песни
Our shadows burn away without a trace beneath the weight of days
Our shadows, the sun mercilessly burns to ash and blaze
Our faces flare with smiles beneath the glare of lights ablaze
Our shadows silently drown in spring’s embrace
And when we’re gone, our shadows too will fade away
Only stains remain upon the cold gray earth's display
Neither you nor me will be found there someday
Only our smiles in the bright light’s ray
Winter. Cold
Cuts wrists with sorrow sharp and bold
We sit. Inside
Write songs to feel a little more alive
Winter. Cold
Cuts wrists with sorrow sharp and bold
We sit. Inside
Write songs to feel a little more alive
Our hands are tired fighting fires of raging heat
Fists bruised to blood, no more to clench or beat
Our teeth grow sharp with pain, we grow more bitter, fleet
Each whisper behind our backs that drives us to defeat
We tried to run ahead but stand still on the same floor
Feet jump in time to endless speeches we ignore
Our songs will die with dusk, this world’s become a sore
Our shadows cry down wax tears from candles on the floor
Winter. Cold
Cuts wrists with sorrow sharp and bold
We sit. Inside
Write songs to feel a little more alive
Winter. Cold
Cuts wrists with sorrow sharp and bold
We sit. Inside
Write songs so people hear and grow more kind inside
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