Wasteland

Wait in silence, until the stars go dark
My companion, with your cracked, withered heart

That day is coming
I know that you're calling on me
That day is coming
I know that you're calling on me
I don't want you to make me wait too long
It's time to get on the road

Half dead colours, residues of my soul
Caught by the wind, hunting, thirsty for love

That day is coming
I know that you're calling on me
That day is coming
I know that you're calling on me
I don't want you to make me wait too long
It's time to get on the road

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