The Valley کے بول

Further down below the Valley Killer stands behind the rocks Wonders if other people ever feel the need to get lost But miracles come late in December if miracles ever come at all He's falling like the last beat of heaven But to believe the sadness calls is to believe the truth is empty after all Louder than the accusation Further than he'd ever gone He's dreaming of the day they find him Dreaming like a child on the grass But miracles come late in December if miracles ever come at all He's falling like the last beat of heaven But to believe the sadness calls is to believe the truth is empty after all