Letra da Música: White Wings Of Death - Ghostride

Unstable balancing
Act overhead
The dresser is open
An empty bed

It's such an age to be so cold
And it's growing all the time
And it's such a waste to so bitter
It's growing all the time

Her life time short on years
No place to share
Playing dead man's finger
Some truth in dare

It's such an age to be so cold
And it's growing all the time
And it's such a waste to feel belittled
It's growing all the time

While the stories explain little
The sorrow will bear it all
And the world she made
From a house we played in the tree tops
It's such a lonely place

We all grow up just fine
We never grow up at all

It's such an age to be so cold
And it's growing all the time
And it's such a waste to feel belittled
It's growing all the time

And its stories explain little
The sorrow will bear it all
And the world she made
From a house we played in the tree tops
It's such a lonely place