2L8 - 2011 - The Seeker | Текст песни

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• 2011 - The Seeker

I remember the sky, the shivering cold
The stars in your hands, the dust on the wall
The Earth and the Moon, your hand in my hand
Everything was blue, yes, the truth was bent

We sung along, sweet oblivion
Your whispers would travel to my sun
Can you remember? Will I forget?
The river was yellow, the truth was bent

I've grown very cold, it's time to bury her
Cynicism is a very lonely virtue