done it all An antithesis of sorts And get bound together And hopelessly in love With the inevitable loss and the end How can we run from ourselves?
it all An antithesis of sorts And yet bound together and hopelessly in love With the inevitable loss And the end How can we run from ourselves?
Tulkojums: Marillion. Dzimuši Run.
done it all An antithesis of sorts And yet bound together and hopelessly in love With the inevitable loss And the end How can we run from ourselves
