the cold wind over the mountains from the sea
thick fog
burned up by the sun
seemingly longer to midnight
the first day of the begining of time
i set my dreams in motion
this time
my sweet
sweet darlin.
dont eat the Apple…
the cold wind over the mountains from the sea
thick fog
burned up by the sun
seemingly longer to midnight
the first day of the begining of time
i set my dreams in motion
this time
my sweet
sweet darlin.
dont eat the Apple…