Woorden:
Holy Sons Warm Coals

walls I was mistakenly left unleashed Wandering aimless, no I could not keep Lonely for the sound of my one true soul And eager to escape my only warm coals

It's late and light bulbs dim A million eyes await arise And I can't lift myself into that hole My presence hovers above The gutter waits below This

these walls I was mistakenly left unleashed Wandering aimless, no I could not keep Lonely for the sound of my one true soul And eager to escape my only warm coals