Softly a cold wind paints my face
Into your arms
Sell my sorry soul
Can't keep my senses from your taste
Sun on the farm
And I'm not growing old
Been enraptured and tied
Turn your ghosts into mine
All the years, all the years I'm alive
Naked, the night falls in your eyes
Slowly I burn
With the autumn leaves
Brittle as ash but when I rise
Love I will learn
Like the elder trees
Been enraptured and tied
Turn your ghosts into mine
All the years, all the years I'm alive
Been enraptured and tied
Turn your ghosts into mine
All the years, all the years I'm alive
Softly a cold wind paints my face
Into your arms
Sell my sorry soul
Artist: 3 Colours Red
Artist: Bloodflowerz
Artist: Bas