Woorden: Declan De Barra. Three Days From Now.

I'll meet you in three days from now,
hide yourself well and don't get caught.
When it stops burning it's safe to come home,
i won't leave you down my beautiful one.
I'll be here waiting by these woods,
together we'll run far from harm,
the cracking of bones, the cracking of guns,
a pause in the air and then it resumes...

This is our last chance to escape here,
fresh snow will cover our tracks.
The wind in the trees sing a song for all those who wait
last but not forgotten..

I'll be here waiting by these woods
I will not leave without you...

Leave everything and just get out,
run for the the trees at the coming of dawn,
Behind these woods outside of this town
as the hand strikes the hour with the gathering clouds
are you in hiding?it's safe to come out
Have you been caught? have they shot you down?
the cracking of bones,the cracking of guns,
a pause in the air and then it resumes..

tracer lights reflect on ice through falling midnight snow...
and i'll wait all night to hear your sweet voice through falling midnight snow...