Testo di Traces

She was his autumn mornings And a tear on his lonely eye A dream for each slumber And a season on every smile. While tomorrow never raised And the beginning wasn't the end, She fasted his daylight Without missing what she never had. Prudent as the moon when the day arrives There remains their trace Guiding each other's soul steps Far from the night's puddle face. Wild courage repressed to breath Holding the fire to end the storm Linger a while inside their cry With the sin once denied. Light would be seen again. Hope wouldn't die in the day. Eventually disappeared the day after Delivering themselves to the past. Sorrow can't drown all memories Nor fucking poisoned thoughts Reach the lovely sounds Of those familiar voices.