Текст песни Sort Out (Classic) - Catherine Corelli

I open my eyes into the dark
Of a bleak night
I open the window
And enjoy the wind touching my cheeks
I bet it comes from afar
But I can't figure out from where
It comes with a secret message
That's dedicated only to me

Take haste
Sort out your life before erased
You know you have all the time
All the time till you die

It wipes the leaves off the ground
And deletes the clouds high above
It brushes the dust away
The dust of those are gone
It dries all my tears, but again
It keeps me weeping inside
It pats my heart with a chill
And then it whispers to me

Take haste
Sort out your life before erased
You know you have all the time
All the time till you die
Take haste
Sort out your life before erased
You know you have all the time
All the time till you die