Omnium Gatherum - 08. Greeneyes dalszöveg

I need a reason
To go back
Out of the season
To fall into black
Your staring eyes
Captivate me
Yet I am free

The air is quiet
For we are joined as one
And still you look as though
There is nothing wrong
In the echo

I am free in the echo

Is there something wrong in the echo

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