Letra de Saint Nothing
Lift,
Lift your head
Myth,
Lift your head
Myth,
So pristine
And white with age
Walk with me
Speak to me
Saint,
I don't know your name
But your voice so strong
Speaks through the glass
Speaks through the ground
An empty phrase
A hollow sound
Calm,
Quite severe
Leave the throng
A mind so clear
You feel no pain
An end so near
You taste the blood
How long?
How long?
How long?
How long?
And white with age
Walk with me
Speak to me
Saint,
I don't know your name
But your voice so strong
Speaks through the glass
Speaks through the ground
An empty phrase
A hollow sound
Calm,
Quite severe
Leave the throng
A mind so clear
You feel no pain
An end so near
You taste the blood
How long?
How long?
How long?
How long?
Rossen, Daniel Raphael
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