Into the valley, betrothed and divine. Realization's no virtue but who can define. Why soldiers go marching those masses a line?. This disease is catching from victory to stone.
Into the valley. Betrothed and divine. Realisations no virtue. But who can define. . Why soldiers go marching. Those masses a line. This disease is catching.
I've never seen you look like this without a reason. Another promise fallen through. Another season passes by you. . I never took the smile away from anybody's face.