away fading away again fall from your arms find my feet again you're coming down you're coming round again facing your eyes I'll find my way home
There was a man that knew too much With a panic attic mind but a A chance to numb his golden touch, to ignore the will of time Had me struck down, open
There was a man that knew too much With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down open to
翻訳: シルヴァーチェアー. あまりにも多くを知っていた男.
There was a man that knew too much With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down open
