In the middle of this autumn
and the endless night for them
then I come to turn in on myself
When the end of this winter
The bright is thru the water
But I come to turn over to all
In the edge of shadow's will
with wandering beside walls
so I come to learn myself to roll
and the endless night for them
then I come to turn in on myself
When the end of this winter
The bright is thru the water
But I come to turn over to all
In the edge of shadow's will
with wandering beside walls
so I come to learn myself to roll