And it all goes into another day's past.
All records, safely there. In the open...
Quiet...
All quiet...
Quiet...
All quiet...
Is nothing but a road.
There's always one person helping you stay on the...
And as I prepare to sleep.
My legs grow weak...
When I think of death.
I well up with sorrow...
He was doing well.
But slept without his icon...
When you look up to someone... |
Love |