Hmm, silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright 'Round yon virgin Mother and Child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep
Thunder in the air, Before a storm that rips, Anger in my heart, A finger on my lips, You showed me that silence, That haunts this troubled world
Traduction: The Sound. Silent Air.
Can?t you see the sky is falling, as these porcelain clouds dismantle into shards of our affection, and raining our secret scandal? With a photo inside
now that I've lost or won what I don'tknow is left behind not yet to come strange how things change and from a different view yet everyone seems
heavy thoughts were in the air tension close blue clouds were drifting by as they met once some great things are going to happen I was told things
building castles out of sand, running through our hands with no chance to hold back one single grain adding to the newborn's fear the pain crystal clear
lost in the depths of my fantastic world where vague fragments of days gone by turn into grotesque images they spiral up to an unreal sky but come down
that seems so far away Don't know how love could leave Without a trace Where do silent hearts go? Where does my heart beat now? Where is the sound That
Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody 'Cause I write a song for you Sounds never dissipate, they only recreate in another place There in your silent
you ain't gonna bring me back So gone could'nttell you where I'm at Maybe New York, Philly, maybe Pittsburgh You wanna find me hit me on Twitter Well that sound
m bout to record they know I'm smokin' of course Blow some haze in the air pull out my notebook Then I head up to the booth load the beat off my email Phone on silent
zone im gone you aint gonna bring me back so gone couldnt tell you where im at Maybe New York, Philly, maybe Pittsburgh you wanna find me hit me on Twitter Well that sound
Slip in this certain knot of peace I'm keeping silent, keeping silent til in turn it keeps me. Won't you remain with me? Oh, come blissful sleep. Won
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