Текст песни On Most Surfaces (Inuit) - Live - The Gathering
The
frost
hits
me
in
the
eye
and
wakes
me
these
are
blury
winters
and
I
cannot
see
I
walk
into
the
white
light
of
the
snow
when
the
sun
comes
I
break
it
with
my
shadow
which
tales
me
where
I
go
The
frost
hits
me
in
the
eye
and
wakes
me
I
am
the
snow
falling
down
on
you
I
tear
up
your
face
with
my
frost
And
make
you
run
to
somewhere
warm
When
I
come
I
see
you
get
away
I
burst
out
about
your
emptyness
The
frost
hits
me
in
the
eye
and
wakes
me
these
are
blury
winters
and
I
cannot
see
1 I Can See Four Miles (Live)
2 Waking Hour (Live)
3 Travel (Live)
4 In Motion #1 - Live
5 Leaves - Live
6 Paper Waves (Live)
7 On Most Surfaces (Inuit) - Live
8 Amity (Live)
9 Afterwords (Live)
10 Heroes for Ghosts (Live)
11 Broken Glass - Live
12 Even the Spirits Are Afraid (Live)
13 King for a Day (Live)
14 On Most Surfaces (Live)
15 The Mirror Waters (Live)
16 Nighttime Birds (Live)
17 Meltdown (Live)
18 Strange Machines - Live
19 Saturnine - Live
20 Nighttime Birds (Live)
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