The open road, Like a blue horizon And you could see for miles So we could submerge right here And we should bring our hearts there... Top of the white trees Would mean nothing to us Nor the silent whispers From the souls of glass
The open road, Like a blue horizon And you could see for miles So we could submerge right here And we should bring our hearts there... Top of the white trees Would mean nothing to us Nor the silent whispers From the souls of glass