Morrow Hill
Copenhagen
I don't know, and I can't knowIf I look, there's still two holesLooking back in time, and I'm still blindIt leaves me old before I'm born.What I know is what I'm toldIf I look, it changes formMeasure the day, measure awayIt breaks the soul.It makes us cold.I don't know, and I can't knowThe final toll, the plot unfolds.And what is waiting, what's aheadIt leaves me old before I'm born.
From Letras Mania