There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die My fading voice sings
ترجمه: جف بوکلی. گریس (زنده در تئاتر Palais).
from harm I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal Touch my skin to keep me whole Well if only you'd come back to me If you laid at my side Wouldn
s a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew ya And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody
: There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die My fading voice
's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew ya And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody