Текст песни
Rust from before, all bright
They came from the north, then right
Like something from stories never told
Listen to them, they won’t get old
You call on my stone, all Christ
You fixed it in the road, self tight
You say that the journey is not the gold
I say you go do what you’ve been told
The more you feel it, feel awake
The more I see it And I know you feel it, anyway now
Rust from before, all bright
They came from the north, then right
Like something from stories never told
Listen to them and they won’t get old
In the ground it is Burn the crown ‘cause it’s
Breath to pull another like you
Wrapped around another like you
The more you feel it, feel awake
The more I see it And I know you feel it, anyway now
In the ground it is Burn the crown ‘cause it’s
Breath to pull another like you
Wrapped around another like you
In the ground it is Burn the crown ‘cause it’s
Breath to pull another like you
Wrapped around another like you