Twelve — текст песни (Seven Nations)

Twelve
(Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)

Out from the ashes of gray desire
Out from the dream and into the fire
I said a lot, it won`t mean thing
After she`s gone these words will sting
No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me

Six minutes gone and I`m still alive
And I never thought that I would survive
With pieces of eight and odd bits of string
Are all I remember when I hear her sing

No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me

And I blame the sun
And I blame the moon
I blame myself
And I blame you

Twelve minutes gone and I`m still alive
And who would have thought that we would survive
With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed
I feel so stupid; I feel I`m cursed
I don`t want to think anymore
I don`t want to think anymore

No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me