Indica
breathe
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Hold on now, we're almost there
On the go, I lost your breath
I turned around and you were gone, night heard your sound
On the road, you turned to air
I could feel my bed in Hell
I heard your cry in my own voice, I tried to find your face in mine
I held your touch in my form, I held on
I turned around, and I was gone
Why turn around when time moves on?
Why wait to see what we saw?
We turn to salt
- Album:
- Stone Future Hymns
- Shine
- 1 oz. of Indica
- Way Away
- Ikuinen Virta
- Pahinta Tanaan
- Miscellaneous
- Precious Dark
- A Definite Maybe
- Children of Frost
- A Way Away
- A Way Away (Deluxe Version)
- A Way Away (Exclusive Bonus Version)
- Shine (Bonus Version)
- A Way Away (Bonus Version)
- Gothic Spirits Vampire Lady
- Nuclear Blast Clips, Vol. 1
- In Passing
- Islands of Light
- Metal Hymns, Vol. 3