Pop Eve - Forest Floor | Текст песни

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As a new born crying out himself
As a forest floor stays on
As a rain that throws its teardrops down
I still throw my thoughts off

Chilly wind that breaks my warmth at night
Haven’t reach your quiet
Like a whirlpool torn beside my flow
I am close but alone

Somewhere in the air
Memories start glare
Somehow in the street
Holy places meet

I have settled strong inside this mood
As a stone won’t move on
Crawling there I’ve lost my neighborhood
Falling here I’ve found new

As a young boy writing to himself
To a future old man
I still want your ghost beside my shelf
Hope I really can held

Somewhere in the air
Memories start glare
Somehow in the street
Holy places meet

Deep down in my thoughts
People shut all spots
Somehow in my eyes
Daily dreaming flies

Over the hills where I left my mystery
And it’s all mine
Old memories where I keep your history
For a long time

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