Endgame
Lying here tonight
lying here tonight it's all you think of
Parading through these lights and
Parading through these lights
it's all you think of
For chance has laid its cold hand upon your shoulder
It's now your right, to watch falling sands
you're getting older
Suddenly surprised
suddenly surprised by these mires
It's a funny thing this life
you're catching up with time, do you tire?
You were caught by the window
Autor(es): Pilate
