Текст песни Ghost

Early morning, dreary horizon Aching hands are pulling a millstone Wailing from the cart Moaning from a shattered heart Refrão: He's burned down many a bridge And he's scared of walking in the dark It hurts when the rain falls on his skin (Refrão) (Oh) he is worn out from marching And he's forgotten for what he's searching Yet he keeps up the stride God knows that he won't arrive (Refrão)2x