If we do withdraw, the horizon will seem to burn.
When the love in letters fade
It's like moving in slow motion
And we're already too late
If we arrive at all
Poets Of The Fall - War
It's like moving in slow motion
And we're already too late
If we arrive at all
Poets Of The Fall - War
It's a whiteout of emotion
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
В єтом году, только недавно снова смогла слушать єту песню ...