слова песни Paradise Lost - Another Day
Another day and the guilt is gone
Another day will stress the week and the strong
Just a memory that we've become
I have taken without warning when the day has just begun...
A summers day, and my blood runs cold,
I can hear you in the morning as I'm reaching out to haunt you,
A summers day, and my blood runs cold,
You will never hear me calling as I'm reaching to destroy you.
Another day won't ease the sorrow