It's hollow now,
our words, our excuses.
Where can we go from here?
So many years in secret.
So many years passed away.
No way back or forward.
Only a glimmer of pain.
Hollow
It's hollow now,
our words, our excuses.
Where can we go from here?
So many years in secret.
So many years passed away.
No way back or forward.
Only a glimmer of pain.