Текст песни Burnstick - Close Talker

Burnstick

Winter,
Remembering the old days.
Sitting there in silence.
Hope that,
We can
live it again.
Far on,
The ice,
Never want to realize.
The heart sails any other way.
When we’re wide awake,
When we’re out to hear the
Night,
Night,
Sing.
In the very late,
Not thinking about our time,
Timing.
When we’re wide awake,
When we’re out to hear the
Night,
Night,
Sing.
In the very late,
Not thinking about our,
Timing.
Winter,
Remembering the
Old days.
Sitting there in silence,
Hope that
We can
Live it again.
I’ll chase
The felt
Talks of discovery.
That’s what,
It is all about.
When we’re wide awake,
When we’re out to hear the
Night,
Night
Sing.
In the very late,
Not thinking about our
Time,
Timeing.
When we’re wide awake,
When we’re out to hear the
Night
Night
Sing.
In the very late,
Not thinking about our time,
Timeing.
When we’re wide awake,
When we’re out to hear the
Night
Night
Sing.
In the very late,
Not thinking about our time
Time
Time
Time
Time