Paroles de End Game Holiday

Too late to find a way End game holiday An everyday emergency Where would you look for me I got the lilt to last for miles You gotthe lay of the distant isles But is it Too late to find the way Concourses open wide Tell me who is alied And every movement a memory How would you come for me Transfigured under glistening hands Delivered to our homelands But is it Too late to find the way