Lament
Luca Prodan
4:18A girl called Time, took a long, long trip and never, never came back A boy called Fate, made up his mind and went on and on 'til he was too late But a girl called Love, felt through to me from the air around She filtered into my skin, she didn't make a sound And every time I breathe, I hear her sound And every time I look or see I feel her presence drawing near