Texty:
The Old Dead Tree Quietly Kissing Death

fight for life To face your pain You have preferred To close your eyes and run away. I imagine your face Quietly kissing Death I can imagine your face Quietly kissing death

To face your pain You have preferred To close your eyes and run away. I imagine your face Quietly kissing Death I can imagine your face Quietly kissing death

in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead