IRC-Galleria

By:Sentenced


The axe, the bottle, and the
rope
The feeling there really is
no more hope
The thought of the great
unknown
And facing it alone
The dark, the silent, and
the cold
The feeling I have come to
the end of my road
Yes these are the things I
spend my remaining moments
with

And the wind blows through
my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the
dark
No one there

Why did it have to be so
hard
For us to live our lives
Again I reach out in the
dark in despair

The desperation and the snow
The feeling of finally
coming back home
The melancholy and the hole
in the soil so hard and cold

And the wind blows through
my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the
dark
No one there

Your love for me, my love
for you
Things we somehow managed to
lose
Now there's only the
ruthless wind
To blow right through
It freezes my heart, my
desperate heart
It freezes my heart, my
desperate heart
It freezes my heart, my
desperate heart
To think we both will die
alone

And the wind blows through
my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the
dark
No one there