Gentle Songtext
von Low

Gentle, middle
Quiet, narrow
Careful, measure
Tortured, stable

It doesn′t have to end this way
But this is where we stand

Hunter, watching
Waiting, silence
Listen, hello
Blessing, treading

It doesn't have to end this way
But this is where we stand


I′ll come here, come in place
Feel my breath slipping away
Kills me with same old mistake
I will listen what you say

I'll come here, come in place
Feel my breath slipping away
Kills me with same old mistake
I will listen what you say

I'll come here, come in place
Feel my breath slipping away
Kills me with same old mistake
I will listen what you say

I′ll come here, come in place
Feel my breath slipping away
Kills me with my mistake
I will listen what you say