Early Winters
Without These Chains
This day is done, this night is cast
This setting sun couldn't be my last
Not even emptiness remains
But what am I?
What am I, without these chains?
My dear I fell, while you were gone
My dear I fell, while you were gone
My father's blood runs through my vains
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?
I can see my breath and it's full of sin
I can read your name on my left hand
Everytime I think you, it rains
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?
High water hell or kingdom come
High water hell or kingdom come
In the air the sound of moving trains
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?