He Said He Would Wait Until The End

Of Times Would Come

He Thought At The End: Things Never Turn

The Way You Want

Try To Understand He Was Afraid

The Sound Of Words Are Full Of Empty

Space That Feel

The Air Of Night

No One Comes Around

And Makes You Cry

Things Are Always The Same



Try To Understand He Was Afraid

The Sound Of Words Are Full Of Empty

Space That Feel

The Air Of Night

No One Comes Around

And Makes You Cry

Things Are Always The Same



He Said He Would Wait Until The End

Of Times Would Come

He Thought At The End: Things Never Turn

The Way You Want

Try To Understand He Was Afraid

The Sound Of Words Are Full Of Empty

Space That Feel

The Air Of Night

No One Comes Around

And Makes You Cry

Things Are Always The Same