There is a selling point for war and tragedy It keeps us always wanting more We live for promises of gold Tainted by the distress of being second best
Save, save me from this Wandered around the town All the thousand things I might miss And you think we'll suffer much Think we'll close our eyes Just
Traduzione: Umido. Respirare.
Traduzione: Stir of Echoes colonna sonora. Breathe [umida].