Portrait Hung In Empty Halls – A Long Winter – letras

Now this dream’s just a cloudy memoryRain hits my face for the first timeThe canvas looks so empty without the paintingYou’re portrait would be so beautiful hung in empty hallsNow this dream’s a faded memoryRain hits my face for the first timeThe frame looks so empty without the canvasYou make everything so much betterYou’re such a work of artAnd now this dream’s just a cloudy memoryRain hits my face for the first timeI can live againThe walls look so empty without the framesI wanted to be you, but instead i destroyed myselfI destroyed myself