Besedila: Somehow Hollow. Busted Wings And Rusted Halos. How Winter Killed Our Souls.

I waited by the side of the road kicked all these stones let all my feelings go without a soul in mind without a care in sight and nothing as my own. I waited for so long to have you here at home I waited for so long. I wondered how you grew so old how these lakes froze and winter killed our souls where birds do fly where summer lies and music sets the mold. I waited for so long to have you here at home I waited for so long. Sometimes the hardest things to understand are fears that lie inside my head this past few years I sang a lot about all of the wrong things, they faded away, they faded away