Pain in mourning
And the haste at night
I've my mother's eyes with which to narrow down my sight
I never chose for
For to live in pain
Could you sever the swan?
Could you sever the swan?
Pain in mourning
And the haste at night
I've my mother's eyes with which to narrow down my sight
I never chose for
For to live in hate
Could you sever the swan?
Could you sever the swan?