Antarctica
Absence
Some things you never hear
You and I end
Some things you never hear
You and I end
I still need the sun
I still need the chemicals from the center
Who we really are
And your voice is your world
And the first one to move
May understand Who we really are
But you were never there
And god was never here
Fascination with the words that make you, you hurt
Burn away
I still need the sun
I still need the chemicals from the center Who we really are
And the voice is the one
And the first one to move
May understand Who we really are
Burn the sun . . .
From Letras Mania