The Falls in Skepticism

Songtexte The Falls in Skepticism

The Falls
The Falls

The first spring gliding
Through the woods of velvet
Wanderer still
And the road moving

The second spring falling
Down the rough face of the gorge
Ropes of hope
Cut and uncut

The third spring diving
Into the veins of the mountains
Cold pressure - suction
Here to nowhere

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