A simple thing A silver guilders link went on to make Before they start to change they hold the weight of a sworn vow To never let down, to never separate
The stories say:
No heart in thy words No faith to be nurtured These fools are of sorrow The faces are nature Creating a cancer in soothing what once loved the life Loved the life, loved the life
A simple taste It doesn't mean the thing they mean to say Another drink or two then I'm in pain of a torn vow To never let down, to never separate
No heart in thy words No faith to be nurtured These fools are of sorrow The faces are nature Creating a cancer assuming what once loved the life Loved the life, loved the life
Surrendering, ruined ends
The stories say: No heart in the words No faith to be nurtured These fools are in sorrow The faces are
No heart in thy words No faith to be nurtured These fools are of sorrow The faces are nature Creating a cancer consuming what once loved the life Loved the life, loved the life, loved the life, loved the life
