Текст песни Leaves of Our Time - Shae Delea

Cold in the sun
I held every tear that there was
Now you're cold to the touch
Nothing left here but to run

Coming home from a never ending road
And I will go alone
Is the ending cold?

Closer to dust
Somehow every fear is a crutch
Always cold but it's numb
It took seven years to adjust

Coming home from a never ending road
And I will go alone
Is the ending cold?