Do I seem strange to you
Do my eyes seem to look right through
You...
I do
You see my arms old and wrinkled
The things they have done, can you think of?
Innocent soul...
Let me take you home
There’s a fire I have made
There’s a bed I have laid
So why don’t you come home
I’m waiting for you...
You know
Why do you try to stay awake
I’m like destiny you know you can’t escape
Come...
Join me in the unknown
You feel the cold breeze on your back
It’s harder and harder to relax
Just let go...
And follow me home
(Tumedast tsüklist/from the dark cycle)
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