Vārdi: Twelve Tribes. As Feathers To Flowers And Petals To Wings. Mr.

Waiting for you to speak to me it's so hard to sleep when you're all alone i want to rest inside your eyes but you've left me here and three days have gone i'll say, a quiet goodnight and i'm losing the day and it's times gone by and mines gone by and i wouldn't bleed for endless days waiting for you to speak to me it's so hard to sleep and don't miss those tears they're leaving now and i'm losing the day to water running down i'll dream of a quiet goodnight when i'm losing the day