The road was broken, and dark
The sky wasn't present at all
Horizon seemed to be a fairytale
But there was a cool breeze
The only thing that showed the way.
The silence was me, and me all over
That was then, a then too close
And now is a now, a cold white needle
Like it usually is, at the end of the tunnel.
The sky wasn't present at all
Horizon seemed to be a fairytale
But there was a cool breeze
The only thing that showed the way.
The silence was me, and me all over
That was then, a then too close
And now is a now, a cold white needle
Like it usually is, at the end of the tunnel.
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