When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there In your
"I was not put here by anyone in fear I came alone as me Just an idea in a long chain of discovery Surrounded by the same you Sometimes your tide pulls
Traducció: Anatema. Esperança.
: When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there
: "I was not put here by anyone in fear I came alone as me Just an idea in a long chain of discovery Surrounded by the same you Sometimes your tide
When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there
