A sense of place, a sense of waste Don't know how this can be The silence that envelops me Whispers something, subtly Exhale and change the atmosphere They've left a trace of their fear How could something like this Have happened in a place like this? Such mindless violence The surroundings hold their secrets How could something like this Have happened in a place like this? A new day is here But there's a trace of yesterday Here the trees can speak In voices weak that suggest a tale of pain Of tears shed in the pourin' rain But at that they halt their sad refrain Look up at the vault of starts And the calming harvest moon A witness to the unspeakable And easily repeatable Cry out to change the atmosphere Some kind of presence is here How could something like this Have happened in a place like this? Such mindless violence The surroundings hold their secrets How could something like this Have happened in a place like this? A new day is here But there's a trace of yesterday There's a trace of yesterday Red wine spilled on the carpet We can clean it up Tracks left on the beach that the tide washes away Footprints dug deep in the snow They'll melt away But what can wash the stain away from this place? A new day is here There are traces of yesterday This place is stained What will it take to wash them away? A new day is here There are traces of yesterday This place is stained What will it take to wash them away? A new day is here There are traces of yesterday This place is stained What will it take to wash them away? A new day is here There are traces of yesterday This place is stained What will it take to wash them away? A new day is here There are traces of yesterday This place is stained What will it take to wash them away? What will it take to wash them away? © BUG MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com