Letras
The wind weeps in the cypress tops
A dove has tangled in the Olive branches
Garden, Such a hollow word
Immortal and barefoot, pacing through the fields
Softly stung by the ryes
You're softly stung by the ryes
Softly craving the skin
Look what you've done
There is no place for both of us
You're too far gone
With hate
Look what you've done
There is no place for both of us
You're too far gone
With hate
Bigger waves have washed our shores
And I can't take it anymore
Waiting for the undertow
To wash us all away
When we repent the blood we've drawn
God won't save the both of us
Waiting for the undertow
To wash us all away
Waiting for the undertow
To wash us all away