Tekster: Mist. Thank You For Your Promises.

I'd like to set a few things straight
I've got no patience left to wait
There's a room full of stories in the way
Our own true story has been told
You bring some new ones to unfold
And you assure me you believe in me
But it's too late
How can I believe it's true
After all your witty moves
Thank you for your promises
But it's too late
It's too late (4x)
I can't sustain
I am not the keeper of the flame
Maybe someday
Maybe someday