Cult of Luna

Back to Chapel Town от Live at La Gaîté Lyrique: Paris

Floating over empty streets. Away from pain, away from everything. Pray that we will survive the night. Buildings falling, the soul vaporised. Watching you sleep, but I know that your heart has grown cold. Let me dream if only for tonight, that we leave together in the first morning light. Alone and forgotten. I bow my head in shame. Before you all answers reveal. So I sink my sorrows in the sea.