Paroles de From The Stare To The Storm

You know, I Have foreseen The air folded by the lines of your stare Your stare Hear me out I will shout when you can't hear me The wind would hit hard on my back Carrying the fierce dust of your breath Your breath Hear me out I will shout when you can't hear me Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver From your stare would grow a storm Dust, invading me, (dust) disintegrating me Hurling me around the eye The eye, I wish I would become Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver From your stare would grow a storm Dust, invading me, (dust) disintegrating me Hurling me around the eye The eye, I wish I would become