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• Artiste: Tribe Of Heaven
• Titre: Touch
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Sister - Was it summer that we played til' we couldn't go on? Falling broken on the ground as they called us to come In the evening we would run to the field of the wind Catching voices in the air, we would tuck them within For sound was hope and hope has died Leaving the rest Hold me, come morning Hold me, touch me For touch is the feeling we don't really want them at all I remember laying down in the grass in the rain In the distance we could hear someone howling in pain For sound was hope and hope has died Leaving the rest Hold me, come morning Hold me, touch me For touch is the feeling we don't really want them at all In the darkness there are hands clutching nothing but truth Come we me beneath this rock and I'll show them to you For light is hope and hope has died Leaving the rest Hold me, come morning Hold me, touch me For touch is the feeling we don't really want them at all Hold me, come morning Hold me, touch me For touch is the feeling we don't really want them at all