In the coldest winter In the dying Sun We return again Like the days before me Like a hidden door We return
Where be there This heat is blowing home The hardship Of everyone around me We're so tired We're so tired of running there It was gonna be The best years of our lives The best years of our lives
In the coldest winter In the dying Sun We return again
Where be there This heat is blowing home The hardship Of everyone around me We're so tired We're so tired of running there It was gonna be The best years of our lives The best years of our live
