Sound Of Guns все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- architects
Time drowns like a machine, caught between the tide
Twisted anglers drift below
Pressed like the pins in a man, dressed in single file
Walking places you won't go
With your hands
built with your hands, slowly
Your hands we won't slip
- Backs Of Butterflies
If all the sun has gone again
But you aint ever gonna know, ever know
The broken tides have turned again
But you aint ever gonna see, ever see
See it fall...
See it fall...
Give yourself away and they will paint are mind