Orchard’s Lie Songtext
von Melting Palms
Orchard’s Lie Songtext
Close my eyes
Feel the wind
Imagine your breath
Caressing my sins
Stroke the heads
Of growing grain
In front of the sun
Above orange plain
The landscape dies
Into dust from nightmares
I search the sun
And she′s not there
You're not there
Feel the wind
Imagine your breath
Caressing my sins
Stroke the heads
Of growing grain
In front of the sun
Above orange plain
The landscape dies
Into dust from nightmares
I search the sun
And she′s not there
You're not there
Writer(s): Johann Wientjes, Lukas Schulz, Mike Krumhorn, Teresa Koeberle, Tim Dajan Thiele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
