среда, 22 июня 2005
Stolen Season, 69 eyesStolen Season
But your tears are not mine
Still sailing down on them till the end of time
All your fears still bleeding
Out of your heart down on the sealing
But you are what you believe in
Come rain or shine in your garden of weeping
Still you keep on seeking
The celebration of the evening
[chorus]
But your tears are not mine
I don't care if I die
As long as I can have you by my side
All forgotten is gone
To sing this lonely song
Things just happen without no reason
Love's a stolen season