Testo di White Limbo

The colors bled out, left me in the pale A quiet room where every echo fails I'm suspended in the static and the snow Tracing footsteps with nowhere to go I am lost in the white limbo Where the hands of the clock freeze and slow Loneliness pulled up a chair, became my closest friend And disillusionment, is just a late resentment in the end A late resentment Fading in the white