To look at I´ d like to be told When I am old I´ ll sit there and cry Watching my hands
I´ d have been a voice Buried in virgin snow I´ m endlessly dying
I raise from your soul I am here - Just call And I´ ll come
Slipping through your nights I make the night not oo Hard to bare
You hold me so tight Don´ t hurt me so I am your relief I´ m not so bad
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I´ d have been a voice Buried in virgin snow I´ m endlessly dying I raise from your soul I am here - Just call And I´ ll come And I´ ll come And I´ ll come