Woorden: Kyte. These Tales of Our Stay.

See this dream through
So we walk in, it's just listened to
You smile in my tear
Bitter ending, it falls to be free

In times I'll tell these tales of our stay
So I'll touch a hand, preying over lands our way
In times I'll tell these tales of our stay
So I'll touch a hand, preying over lands our way

See this dream through
So we walk in, it's just listened to

In times I'll tell these tales of our stay
So I'll touch a hand, preying over lands our way
In times I'll tell these tales of our stay
So I'll touch a hand, preying over lands our way