Lifetime. Somewhere In The Swamps Of Jersey. Old Friend. Zeneszám

Here she comes again my old friend emptiness faithfully by my side no dividing us it's funny how she comes around like clockwork when i hit the ground i try to concentrate and stretch a smile across my face you are the one to set the sun and your coldness lingers on grab the clouds from out of sight turn our morning into night you're the cold flowing through my veins that turns my laughter to a scream and everytime we think its done your right behind us listening on