Somebody's shouting
Up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody's up there
It's a deception
I'm alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home
Wondering blindly
How can they found me
Maybe they don't even know
My body is shaking
Anticipating
The call of the black hooded crow
I'm ...
Here in this prison
Of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Pictures Of Home
текст песни Deep PurpleКомментарии:
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