Текст песни Melpomene - The Dear Hunter
                                                Cold 
                                                had 
                                                    I 
                                                calloused
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walls 
                                                were 
                                                raised 
                                                to 
                                                bear 
                                                the 
                                                weight 
                                                I'd 
                                                not 
                                                take
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                slow 
                                                were 
                                                my 
                                                senses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Muted 
                                                musings 
                                                lost 
                                                their 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Disconnected
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                silence 
                                                remained, 
                                                holding 
                                                my 
                                                breath 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gasping 
                                                for 
                                                air 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                lungs 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                lark
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                warm 
                                                was 
                                                your 
                                                welcome
 
                                    
                                
                                                Humble 
                                                in 
                                                its 
                                                embrace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me, 
                                                just 
                                                how 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                save 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pull 
                                                me 
                                                up 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                my 
                                                youth 
                                                did 
                                                mislead, 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                retreat 
                                                to 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                arms 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                spirit 
                                                aglow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                pains 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                past 
                                                exit 
                                                en 
                                                masse 
                                                through 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                lost 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                part 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                lungs 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                lark
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                (far 
                                                removed 
                                                from 
                                                myself) 
                                                had 
                                                denied 
                                                what 
                                                I'd 
                                                lost
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                had 
                                                withdrawn 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                fray 
                                                (in 
                                                    a 
                                                whimsical 
                                                way)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                flee 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                truth, 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                bury 
                                                in 
                                                youth
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                (you 
                                                would 
                                                have 
                                                me), 
                                                you 
                                                would 
                                                have 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                I'd 
                                                fallen 
                                                again, 
                                                would 
                                                you 
                                                bring 
                                                me 
                                                back 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                dark?
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                lungs 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                lark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cold 
                                                had 
                                                    I 
                                                calloused
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                these 
                                                walls 
                                                are 
                                                coming 
                                                down
 
                                    
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