Burn

Текст песни Bella Morte - Burn

Awake, shamed and in pain
Battered by ghosts in this quiet place
Lies fall from lips, whispers like blades
The resonant cries, white noise alive

Astray, estranged in the cold
A stranger at home, huddled with words
November came cold, November came cold
And washed it away
Though hope sometimes stains

Align, watch the stars collide
Goodbye to this world on fire
Burn 'til we're blind