Testo di The past

Cruel must your fear, silk of our dream... never end Open your arms let it die... every night Sing me a song till I wake up again Speaking in tongues in which we meet again Open your mouth speak with upon... take us Another tired world to get out... of this place Sing me a song till I wake up again Sing me a song till I wake up again Sing me a song till I wake up again Speaking in tongues in which we meet again