When the cold of the day moves over And the warmth of the night moves in There's a howling that sticks beneath my skin So i try to stay warm and moving But the silence is just too strong Like the bloom of aʌ79; rose is sharp and long
Shells of silver Shells of silver Shells of silver This feels strange, as the closer we get to the grave Everybody wants love, but it's not enough, To have a good heart, but it's not enough.