Текст песни I Dread The Time Your Mouth Beings To Call Me Hunt

I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,
between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,Fairweather - I Dread The Time Your Mouth Beings To Call Me Hunt - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fairweather/i-dread-the-time-your-mouth-beings-to-call-me-hunt-lyrics.html
and that's what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.