Paroles de Older

See, the cold takes hold Birds are flying by For a million years they go The storm is crying out My batteries out See, I'm getting older Now you're going down Sadly in my arms Now we're getting close On our darkest day Tears are sweet and oh I feel the sighs around Of the tattered wings of death All the guardians Are silent now Can you hear me mourning Now you're going down Sadly in my arms Now we're getting close On our darkest day