Room With A View - Single Handed (The Days Of The Trumpet Call) lyrics

rate me

Soul covered in dust

Spoiled walls transpire

The voice of the mould

Of life chained

I sleep on the coils

Dusted places soaked

Fragments of lived life

(and) Of a Lost smile

Floating away

The twisted coils around me

Is it too far for me

for my unsold soul?

How can you say that it doesn't matter

when everything around has starded to shatter?

Waiting over accomplishments

I need and I want to try

all the pleasure and the pain

coming back again