s I want to eat Visions of hot choclatey marshmallows Also sweet With sugar plums Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath
could sleep beneath a strange moonlight? No guiding star So far from home Walked the way o' promise to find but snow Throughout, the voice of the winds
world just falls apart beneath your feet Talk is cheap and useless Nothing but excuses Lies are like confetti in my hands Storms are blowing Winds
off the darkness and plan for our escape They?ll come scraping like violent wind and we will take cover We?ll be ready They?ll come scraping like violent wind
away have you stood beneath a troubled sky and watched the dark clouds gathering closed your eyes to the threatening tide and woke to another day feel the cold winds
things why did it rain? the days ran away from us heaven never knew the chances that it left for us fast and slow, breeze to wind wrapped beneath her
: Communication is a lot like the wind when I speak, It's like no one understands, and I'm left with empty hands, Forever I can't speak, So many things
I don't want to believe that we're givin' up On a world that's growing cold The story's getting old Where is love when it's gone with the wind and a
I've come back to the place of my birth Where shadows turn human see mountain streams Ghosts of buried centuries in my shattered dreams Wild winds, heavy rain Beneath
No one will know Eighth lock You can never win You only get out By not going in They put me down into the ground Lost without taste, without sound Beneath
this the end, my final words to you Day turned to night and now you're gone, I'm left here pondering Can this be true, are we really through You were the wind beneath
: You turn and walk away The wind is cold, so cold today But I know that you'll return It's one thing that I've learned To listen to my heart when it
: the wind will slice the air like ice and seabirds screech at me the elements will darkly duel but your lighthouse i see i stand awake and grip the
every color Trying to find a pigment of truth Beneath my skin 'Cause different Doesn't feel so different And going out is better Then always staying in Feel the wind
Trying to find a pigment of truth Beneath my skin 'Cause different Doesn't feel so different And going out is better Then always staying in Feel the wind