Домой Тексты песен Harvest home

Harvest home


Happy in my harvest home
Walking the floor with the ghosts all alone
Happy that I’m made of stone
The grief that I cause is my cause to atone
Now black is a color, black is my name
When I need something to help me chase the devil away

The house on fire
The fraying high wire
Nothing to say
The sky so grey
I reap, I sow
My harvest
My home


Пожалуйста, введите ваш комментарий!
пожалуйста, введите ваше имя здесь