Songtext von Dreams Hill

If you can't let me go by my own If you can't help me, please? The wind troubles over the lake The streets are so empty just like your face The sun is hided by the darkness My body lays under the weight of sadness Dreams nightmares become Now I live my life alone… alone… alone… A storm on the hill my thoughts on a delirium It's turning the windmill of an unchanging martyrdom you're… holding me… disturbing me… waiting for… looking for… hurting me… comforting me… carrying me… leaving me…