كلمات Internal

What is left behind It weighs upon my mind The way things had seemed The things that should have been Now I've forgiven I pray for your return Our worlds are now so different That once free spirit Could be so near That once free spirit Will disappear Breathe those spirit fumes No mourning shallow abuse [solos - Young, Evans] What is left behind It weighs upon my mind The way things had seemed The things that should have been Now I've forgiven I pray for your return Our worlds are now so different That once free spirit Could be so near That once free spirit Will be missed