Church (The)
Fading Away (Demo Version)
Don't come to pieces in my handWhite stars refracted by the sandThat perfume makes me think of griefIt takes my faith, breaks my beliefWho's there to say that we're living this momentFeels like I'm in a playThe sets and the props of this, your apartmentSeem to be fading away, fading awayAnd so I wander through these roomsI feel the orbit of the moonsI guess what I have might have doneAnd I dream what I've become
From Letras Mania