Besedila: Emarosa. I Still Feel Her - Part I.

Now I?m passing every street light with ease
the street signs are much too dark to even pretend I?ve been here before
where is your hand to guide me close by mine not a dead end no not this

This road goes for miles with no sign
will she be waiting to pull me off to the side
will she be waiting to pull me off to the side

Lost in a one track mind stalking the chance to take us alive

She can?t be much further as the day dies the sun fades into my eyes
she floats around inside my empty head searching for....

Her touch stills move my hair the smell is so faint but it must be the one
my bones ache from the cold
No one could predict that I would ever get this far (for so long)

Do I have the strength to go on
snow begins to fill my hair but still I press on.

Her touch still moves my hair the smell is so faint but it must be the one.
her touch still moves my hair.
my bones ache from the cold.
No one could predict that I would ever get this far (for so long)

She?s waiting, I feel her, she?s waiting. At the...