How dare you stand and wait on the far side of the river bank, like I would open up the gate to a man who bares a stranger's face, a stranger's face How dare you wander round throwing stones like i'm
Oh ohh. Oh ohh. . I was the first to watch you leave. Poor in soul, a dried up stream. You were the last of a dying breed. Prone to wander but born to lead. . Oh ohh. Oh ohh. . I still reme
You've been running from the only thing you knew. Still you find rest within the meadow, darkness lingers in the shadow But the dead of the night it offers hollow truth. And there's a solemn sanctua
