I don't wanna grow anything in my heart I don't want to write all these things in the sand I don't wish to listen and not understand And I don't want
Get on your dancing shoes There's one thing on your mind Oh, been there looking for you Sure you'll be rummaging through Oh and the shit, shock
As long as you're gone I can't apologize For all the things that I haven't said and done And 100 miles is a long drive inside a car 200 is a long drive
As long as your gone, I can't apologize For all the things that I haven't said and done And 100 miles is a long drive inside a car 200 miles is a long
Locked inside the ice below Forgotten long ago An alien object lies in wait Lost beneath the snow Seismic reacting from the north Lights above the poles
Sailing to the unfriendly regions of the North. Some whales were following us, making sounds of warning. The curious giants were playing with each other
Siento que el viejo cuento aquel No tenga el final que imagine Siento no poder hoy escribir Esta triste cancion y dartela a ti Y ahi estas, la costumbre
[Instrumental]
Through the storm of storms, the Aurora lights In her swirling skies, a wraith like ice Born to ride the cold winds of the north Cometh to freeze the
Long ago, we lay frozen deep in snow It was nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice suspended in the endless ice Time flew by, worlds did weep and kingdoms
Stained and afraid that this won't ever go away Engulfed inside a blaze of memories And the strain of digging holes Is beginning to take it's toll And
She came into the room, didn't know her name How I danced inside, no one to confide In the darkest winter I made a sound like a long lost humming bird
Wie ein Schneesturm fegt sie alles nieder. Kein Leben, das nicht unter ihrer Wucht zerbricht. Ihr ohrenbetaubendes Brullen gleicht dem Sturm. Mit Barenpranken
[Bonus Track]
She drives a little white car to the seminar on Modern Romance Possible possible ideas for a date include... a shooting range And her chest is full to
I feel uneven, like the bones are pushing right out of my skin And through my hair I feel the cold air of an arctic outcry wind I feel unsteady, like
