Текст песни Dead Heart

Be silent and just look This dead heart in our hands And what do we do now? This heart was our hope To keep us strong, firm and strong To find a better place A new look for such hypocrisy formed (chorus): When night comes I see everything very slow Like everything is dying Like everything is dying And now, what do we do? With this dead heart in our hands The blood flows through your fingers We will do what we can To reestablish and move on We have to find a better place And a new look for such hypocrisy formed (chorus): When night comes I see everything very slow Like everything is dying Like everything is dying Tears running down her face Blood drip the hands And hope continues in our body Tears running down her face Blood drip the hands And hope continues in our body More (chorus): When night comes I see everything very slow Like everything is dying Like everything is dying When night comes I see everything very slow Like everything is dying Like everything is dying