The night whispers softly of the life i"ve left behind.
Dreams' sweet kiss is welcomed by m troubled mind.
Memories of life unkind permeate this solate that I seek.
The past is like a knife from behind that comes when the night whispers softly.
The night whispers softly of the life i"ve left behind.
Dreams' sweet kiss is welcomed by m troubled mind.
Memories of life unkind permeate this solate that I seek.
The past is like a knife from behind that comes when the night whispers softly.