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Created from fields of harvest....A bit of a rock groove with some earth....dig in
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many travels, many journey's
finally to land home
from the place where the body's cold
eyes open dead, hell in my head
no more make believe
no more pretend
because our home has no end
frozen and fulfiiled
my depths all have been spilled
exploring, entertain
a true love can kill the pain
no more make believe
no more pretend
because our home has no end
fall in spring, with no pumpkins to bring
it all seems so routine
the thought incomplete
there's ice in the air
the rain filtered air
she says hello in her sweater smile
she is the someone I don't have to explain myself to
she is my queen
she is my in between
my everything
she is the one in the ice spoken air
she
finally to land home
from the place where the body's cold
eyes open dead, hell in my head
no more make believe
no more pretend
because our home has no end
frozen and fulfiiled
my depths all have been spilled
exploring, entertain
a true love can kill the pain
no more make believe
no more pretend
because our home has no end
fall in spring, with no pumpkins to bring
it all seems so routine
the thought incomplete
there's ice in the air
the rain filtered air
she says hello in her sweater smile
she is the someone I don't have to explain myself to
she is my queen
she is my in between
my everything
she is the one in the ice spoken air
she
Einarus
This is really cool, man.
I really loved it when the drums kicked in with all the accompanying
power! And speaking of the drums - I really dug them in this! Very crisp
and cool.
Ice cool track!
-E