Тексты песен «Dear Hunter»

One foot, then the other Such embarrassment It wasn't meant that I, I should discover Such offensive things The suffering since Hoped to the ground But I really never had enough They've got pride in him This tide turns...

Salt in the sky in the sweet summer air while mammoths depart Abandon dispair with thirsty affairs of the heart But the chances of escaping my heart are inadaquate, and when all is said and done I'm left with my history...

Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again I fixed to cure this ailing bitter agony Maybe where the roads part you remember where we first met So tongue and cheek with stale irony, if it pleases you it pleases me...