(Dewey Bunnell) Would it matter to you If we just took a walk To see where this path leads to Maybe stop in awhile Lay down, see you smile Looking up
Превод: Америка. Разходка в гората.
Превод: В Фатима Mansions. Разходка в гората.
Превод: Mortal измяна. Разходка в гората.
Fall into my hands and sleep forever in these ashes of sorrow. Your chains hold me down. Your words keep me bound. Death cries out from these ashes.