The Little Octoberist

Текст песни Halves - The Little Octoberist

Still in moments of hope
I will sit, sit and sing softly
Sing for all
I wonder how the good goes away, always away

I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes

Then I hear the crunch of snow
I run to hide, as I recall that the good goes away
Always away

I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes