Woorden:
A Sentimental Journey

grows In the early spring. Love is nature's way of giving A reason to be living, The golden crown that makes a man a king. Once on a high and windy hill

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of

of survive A god's cold face stone that marks miles of our life Fragile like withered leaves overgrown with the moss they are trying to imitate a divine ship a

the garden of chaos and order A rude awakening from the dream from the dream that you've been painting A sweet awakening from the nightmare of the hating a dream within a

autour ie sons la destruction. le calm mortel pas un son, quelque chose a dispari, le temps est l'ombre pare me des ruines. Skies of the velvet clouds burnin' like a

health have gone the way of love Into the drear oblivion of lost things Ghosts go along with us until the end: This was a mistress; this, perhaps, a

Hear what I brought with my fear Hear What I thought scars I feel Born in the crowd of the rusty pleasures of your kind burn like a shout that'll never

a fool to care. I'm a fool to cry, When you tell me goodbye. You left me so blue, When you were untrue, I'm a fool to care. I know i should laugh And call it a

Gonna take a sentimental journey Gonna set my heart at ease Gonna take a sentimental journey To renew old memories Got a bag, I got my reservation Spent