Day Eleven [fin] - Lost My Love [rock] (2005) | Текст песни

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• Day Eleven [fin]
• Lost My Love [rock] (2005)

lost in the drift
my little light of hope
but the music keeps playing where the ground meets the skyline
...let the sheep sing along, I'll make no sound

over the brink
my little bag of gold
now I'm dragging my feet to the beat of my heart
but the tone for my voice just can't be found

I lost my love on a summer's eve
my weary hands still plow the fields
right where she lay, right where she sleeps
my very soul... it fades like leaves

mmm... the sweetest of all filthy things...
oh, it's straining my heart

crushed on the ground
my little brittle things
now I'm dragging my feet on the streets leading down
to the place where blind men try to hide

I lost my love on a summer's eve
my weary hands still plow the fields
right where she lay, right where she sleeps
my very soul... it fades like leaves

I lost my love on a summer's eve
my weary eyes still plow the fields
right where the ashes join with seeds
to create new love with every leaf