This Touch. last touch. this touch. won't break me. and traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow. wrapped in barbed wire. a word too soft to be spoken
break me. Now I. I see you. I'm sorry. I'm not sorry. a word too soft to be spoken. wrapped in barbed wire. and traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow
Translation: A Static Lullaby. Charred Fields Of Snow.
't break me... Now I. I see you. I'm sorry. I'm not sorry. A word too soft to be spoken. Wrapped in barbed wire. And traveling amongst the charred fields of snow
