Androcles And The Lion - Tired Voices | Текст песни

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Tired voices echoing in the dark
As you wait for the others
Wolves gather round as you fall in the snow
Would you know you were home

Fading portraits that you hung so low
Now your head hangs lower than the wall

Inside the room where you wrote it all out
Your poor sister lay down

Running from the wolves inside of your head
Your poor mother cried out

Fading memories of echoing days
When children would run through the yard

Of all the things to put inside your hands
To fill them up and pour them out again
I have tried so hard to hold

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