R A I N G A M E S F O R T H E N A T U R A L B O R N P A R I AH
dreams that I sung as the sun slowly died
my heart had ceased once controlled by my mind
the graceful ever suffering
blood to the heart once the light filled the sky
R A I N G A M E S F O R T H E N A T U R A L B O R N P A R I AH
dreams that I sung as the sun slowly died
my heart had ceased once controlled by my mind
the graceful ever suffering
blood to the heart once the light filled the sky