Дыхание спокойствия в лунном свете

Bend down the doors tonight. Wherefore the tone is height. The silence breathes the air. Beyond the noise, despair. The beast, it crawls in place. And never quite disgraced. Don't let go. Don't let them know. I'm walking to the door. Where nothing goes my own. I leave the world behind a stone. I'm walking to the Door. The streets are proud and blind. Beneath the pencil sign. A shadow pulls me deep. The promises I keep. The night feels cold and numb. I clean may get a stone. But I don't dream. It's not the same. I'm walking to the door. Where nothing goes my own. I leave the world behind a stone. I'm walking to the door. Trees don't left me under moon. I find the start of noon. The door is open, unafraid. I'm needing something brave. Before the night is long. But nothing stays along. A fragile light to see. It's underneath just for me. I wish the world could turn. Come in, return to burn. I don't hear. It's not the same. I'm walking to the door. Where nothing goes my own. I leave the world behind a stone. I'm walking to the door. I'm walking to the door. I'm walking to the door. The press removes my name. The field starts to break. There's something in the sand. Before the time to go