I shiver at the very thought
That you could leave this quiet room
Without a word of hope or a memory
Has it always to end in this way?
If I heard the sound of weary steps
I would think you would never wake again
All through those nights and fretful nightmares
A tightrope walker glided on my tongue
1 | Saviour |
2 | Those Evenings We Yearned |
3 | Mute Boy Sad Girl |
4 | Kiss My Fear Away |
5 | Can´t Save Anyone |
6 | The Emerald Widower |
7 | A Crow On My Shoulder |
8 | Cold |
9 | Happy Faces |
10 | Barefoot On Sunrays |