So many things at the same time.
Make me feel like, nothing at all.

If i dont stop it wont catch up to me
Always going somewhere never get there.
Pick your clothes of the dead trees
We can see what you see

Wolfboy - it's better through closed, eyes.
you let your hair grow long and your heart go cold(?)

- snow
I knew you a thoasand years ago

Wolfboy - better through closed, eyes.
you let your hair grow long and your heart go cold(?)

I need some -in my sleep
and - 

Wolfboy - see through your eyes
I would - out of your -
- snow
I knew you a thoasand years ago


Wolfboy - better through closed, eyes.
you let your hair grow long and your heart go cold(?)