Dear Hunter, The
Lost But Not All Gone (White)
Somewhere I was lost. Off but not all gone. Gave me Nothing of God. Come here mister, take in no love,Even if it canvases so. When the blind eye never liked What the wide eye never sees.Here I lie The same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul To wake and come alive again. Can I not torment this With a canon of assisted duress.Here I lie The same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul to stir And wake, rejoice, and come alive again.Here I go The same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul To wake and come alive again.
From Letras Mania