Remnants of cold dark nights
There is no end in sight
I shiver and I can hardly breathe
I wish I could hold you tight
I wish I could keep things right
But wishing ain't made for you or me
Dreaming silently
One step towards me
You whispering my name
Every day the same
I swallow my heart and the sun
To show you what I've become
So you see where I am coming from
Reflected in morning light
So colorful and bright
I've never seen such a day, oh
Take me to my grave
Nothing left to save
You whispering my name
Every day the same, oh
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.