It isn’t enough for me to say you are no more.
As I live and breathe I know you do the same.
Now beyond the door, across this side of life,
Walkin around without a sound, without a voice,
Lookin for something to hold but you’re givin me nothing at all.
At the edge of the forest Walpurgis nacht,
drink the black wine.
Do your own thing but get it right.
From the outside lookin in you’re wanting more.
Looking for something, something to hold.
This fire will always burn.
These hands will always work.
This mind will always learn.
But I’d rather you were here.
supported by 162 fans who also own “Walkin' Around”
I could write, that there isn't anything special about this music. However the these two guitar slide among songs are delicious. Sound here, so different to first 2 albums kick ass. Marcin Wielewski