When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow. And when our summers grow longer and winters won't snow. From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills.
Spoken. This is Noise.... . Down beyond these city streets through gutters filled with black debris. In alleys void of any light where nameless things live out of sight.
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow. And when our summers grow longer and winters won't snow. From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills.
It's undeniable... that we should be together.... It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never. The basis is need to know, if you don't know just how I feel,.