I listen to the silence
without speaking
wind is touching my skin

is cold now
my guitar's gonna cry
and I'm dreamin'

Life seems to have just passed me by

rit.

I will be there
with you and I will find a light to die
you will be here

with me and my tears are becoming blood

I am lookin no more

keeping my breath
and I thought to write words
anymore


my guitar's gonna cry
and I'm dreamin

Life seems to have just passed me by

rit.

I will be there
with you and I will find a light to die
you will be here

with me and my tears are becoming blood

they are becoming Blood


I listen to the silence
Is cold now

Life seems to have just passed me by

rit.


I will be there
with you and I will find a light to die

you will be here
with me and my tears are becoming blood