Woorden: JJ72. Desertion.

Pebbles bleed as the love recedes
A waste of breath all this stoic stealth
Beyond poppied hills we see
The meeting point of our history

Impressions of life
Confusion is rife

Tell a lie then intensify
All your thoughts of hate to articulate
On poppied hills we see
The meeting point of our history

Impressions of life
Confusion is rife