Old Master کے بول

I disappeared, I found a way I made a choice, not to stay I held it down, I watched it die The life we made, faded away Sometimes I see a shadow rise Beneath my hands, then over me I look into the great divide I feel so strangely alive But I know, that it ain't easy And I find, some kind of comfort In the wide, open spaces Yeah I find some kind of comfort The bed unmade, remembering Conversations, returning How strange it feels, to be reborn My old master, my burning star But I know, that it ain't easy And I find, some kind of comfort In the wide, open spaces Yeah I find some kind of comfort in the spaces