Blood flows just like water,
Changing into wine.
Everything looks better in the black sunshine,
In the black sunshine. Echoes drag my memories
Back where they began
But I just can't be sorry – my tears turn into sand.
All those tears torn into sand. I don't care now
For what might have been,
The heart of darkness doses in on me.
Composição: David Faulkner.
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