Treasures-Darkwave-Post Punk

All Composition and rights owned by Victorian Darkwave

Photography Credit: Irina Iriser Minsk Belarus
lyrics
Holding your hand

Shuffling around...

like dead leaves on the pavement,we fall

into our lives like sand on the beach

A thousand miles per hour

The forest just out of reach

We fall, we rise then to the light.

We fall, we rise then to the light.

Tonight.