Fisher Island Sound کے بول

My call in the silent small town's winter Your child is tall and asking for more than you Your sighs, I hear them long and high now, my dear Your time may pass, the edge is open, hopin' Alive, alone, alive, alone Alive, alone, alive, alone And after dark I start to see the shadows, oh-oh-oh-oh Sing my tomes Swinging from the gallows, oh-oh-oh-oh Alive, alone, alive, alone Alive, alone, alive, alone And it's been cold Despite my heated lantern, oh-oh-oh-oh And I've been cold Wade through the phantom, oh-oh-oh-oh