On Every Page

When you just telling what I cannot say

When you just shine upon the ghost on my way

I dropped the game I'm throwing arsenal

There must be marks on every tree from the past

To our home

Only the main fly used to tell me so

Now it is obvious drop your way just let go

Now men at antiques turns in all the lights

And when I ever have to feel what does blades were

about

And then that sound of sighing ,that empty house

And all the everloving bands in the line of your try

Some men forgoten and some others believe

What ever happened to the boars now a tale for the seas

When you know you're already on

Like the grass with it to become

Again and free

It's all we'll ever be

I don't remember where I learn to die

But I am humble for the rocks when I try

And somehow I am lured onto the waves

And I'm with you I feel the sun and the salt

On my face

And then that sound of sighing ,that empty house

And all the everloving bands in the line of your try

Some men forgoten and some others believe

What ever happened to the boars now a tale for the seas

When you know you're already on

Like the grass with it to become

Again and free

It's all we'll ever be

Tied motion of the rusty path

Just humming wiser I quit

Go to hell

I've been to the tower

But now I walk alone

There must be marks on every page

From the past to these songs

And then that sound of sighing ,that empty house

And all the everloving bands in the line of your try

Some men forgoten and some others believe

What ever happened to the boars now a tale for the seas

When you know you're already on

Like the grass with it to become

Again and free

It's all we'll ever be