ONE TEAR LEFT TO CRY
Can' t you hear me call
When the sky is too hard
To look at
I' d like to be told
When I am old
I' ll sit there and cry
Watching my hands
I' d have been a voice
Buried in virgin snow
I' m endlessly dying
I raise from your soul
I am here - Just call
And I' ll come
Slipping through your nights
I make the night not oo
Hard to bare
You hold me so tight
Don' t hurt me so
I am your relief
I' m not so bad
...
I' d have been a voice
Buried in virgin snow
I' m endlessly dying
I raise from your soul
I am here - Just call
And I' ll come
And I' ll come
And I' ll come
Writer/s: Aurore PLACE
