Текст песни Bruce dickinson - Octavia
Bruce dickinson - Octavia слова песни
Im vacuum-breathing and open-mouthedAs the red shift fills my eyesMinister my promisesAs her shadow cuts the day awayI remembered you, as you walked into that roomDislocated, jagged piecesAre sliding into this broken mindSwimming back against the riverBut Im rising with the tideWhere we came from, were all going back there soonHow many times have we met this way? How many lives have we lived before? How many faces and how many names? Shadows come, but shadows are goneShadows come, but shadows are goneHow many times have we met this way? How many lives have we lived before? How many faces and how many names? Shadows come, but shadows are goneShadows come, but shadows are gone