Slow Burn
Everything is temporary
Don't say it's the contrary
A fleeting memory
The sand burns brown as the dust surrounded my head
When I finally gained back my vision I saw that we were dead
But yet you haunt me
You love to taunt me
You appear in every dream
I stand here in the crowd as...
Don't say it's the contrary
A fleeting memory
The sand burns brown as the dust surrounded my head
When I finally gained back my vision I saw that we were dead
But yet you haunt me
You love to taunt me
You appear in every dream
I stand here in the crowd as...