- cifra
Roll me on your frozen fields
Break my bones to watch them heal
Drown me in your thirsty veins
Where I'll watch and I'll wait
And pray for the rain
Curl like smoke and breathe again
Down your throat inside your ribs
Through your spine in every nerve
Where I watch and I wait and yield to the hurt
And if you don't believe
The sun will rise
Stand alone and greet
The coming night
In the last remaining light
Seven moons and seven suns
Heaven waits for those who run
Down your winter and
Underneath your waves
Where you watch and you wait
And pray for the day
And if you don't believe
The sun will rise
Stand alone and greet
The coming night
In the last remaining light
