Текст песни Of Yore - Samuel.O

Our love's of yore
A sound memorial shard
Glowing in my darkest dark
How is it that you caused both?
Floating in a deep black sea
At least the snow's falling down
Forever lost, ever found
Now I'll never have no hopes
To make it big somewhere
To have 60 Christmases
The world be our witnesses
Of love that will win the war
That'll rock every barren shore
That'll fill deep inside this core
That will keep me from wanting more
Because this is forevermore
The stories, the textured lore
The Band-Aid to every sore
The brightest of shining ore
The love of yore