Save, save me from this Wandered around the town All the thousand things I might miss And you think we'll suffer much Think we'll close our eyes Just
Tradução: Húmedo. Respirar.
Tradução: Revuelva de la banda sonora Ecos. Respire [húmedo].
There is a selling point for war and tragedy It keeps us always wanting more We live for promises of gold Tainted by the distress of being second best