الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Still in time and time to say,
I don't believe my eyes.
Is this the place I love to hate?
Can I explain the altered state
Of the Waiting Moon?
Waiting Moon.
And the Wild Cry out,
Their cries are found in me
And the Wild Cry out,
Their cries are found in me
Stayed up stripped at your command
A silhouette against sky.
I see the changing of the faces
