Текст песни Lonesome Road - Darkhaus

So, so, so
So blissful as I recall it
Way back in the early spring
Of last year, the change of seasons
Had changed us and everything
Around us. We found ourselves in a crisis
We thought we had it all
Till late summers fall

But all good things come to an end

I abhor you for leading me down
This trail of distrust
I can′t turn around
My little Miss Fortune
Where have we gone wrong?
This path of despair
It cannot go on
This harvest, we're reaping
What we′d sown
As time waits for nothing
The weeds grow
Down lonesome road

Slow, slow, slow
To come to
I lay here silent
And think of the things which led
Us up to the point where we saw
No reason for joining hands
No effort to mend our fences
Was made. It's a shame we go along
Just to get along

But all good things come to an end

I abhor you for leading me down
This trail of distrust
I can't turn around
My little Miss Fortune
Where have we gone wrong?
This path of despair
It cannot go on
This harvest, we′re reaping
What we′d sown
As time waits for nothing
The weeds grow
Down lonesome road

Down lonesome road

Down lonesome road

All good things come to an end

I abhor you for leading me down
This trail of distrust
I can't turn around
My little Miss Fortune
Where have we gone wrong?
This path of despair
It cannot go on
This harvest, we′re reaping
What we'd sown
As time waits for nothing
The weeds grow

Down lonesome road