On Most Surfaces

Hodnocení: 50%
Délka skladby: 6:54 min
Žánr: psychedelic rock
Vloženo: 12.02.2007, 17:48

Interpret: The Gathering
Hudební album: Nighttime Birds
Celkové hodnocení alba: 84%
Rok vydání: 1997

The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me
These are blury winters
And I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow
When the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
Which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness

The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me
These are blury winters
And I cannot see