Letras:Ainara LeGardon. Each Day A Lie. Dry Years.

Spring?s come too soon.
I?m leaving home
to search all the words I would?ve loved to hear.
Spring?s come too soon this year.
I?m leaving home again
to search all the words I would?ve loved to hear.

Torn apart.
Drink tears from my heart.
Dry years.