And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape…
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream…
I’m… HOME…
And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape…
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream…
I’m… HOME…
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