Drawing signs in space
In stars grace
Calling all the late birds
Into my place
So cold so alone
Shamans arrow
Breaks the stone
Poisoned whispers keep me
Keep me alone
Frozen wind
Burns my eyes
Calling all the late birds
Into my place
November ShamanDrawing signs in space In stars grace Calling all the late birds Into my place So cold so alone Shamans arrow Breaks the stone Poisoned whispers keep me Keep me alone Frozen wind Burns my eyes Calling all the late birds Into my place |