Autumn's Grey Solace. Over The Ocean. Deserted And Desolate. Zeneszám

Alone in a crowd
Of trees and leaves
I sit by myself
A sad heart
I yearn to hear
The sound of your car
Come and save me

Pass me by

You're driving
Towards my way
Are you for real?
Come and save me

Pass me by

Anticipate danger
Come and save me

Pass me by