Wilsen - Final Lyrics
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Final
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What Are The Lyrics For Final By Wilsen?
"This night is cold" he said
As he turned from the dark And moved towards the amber light that glowed ahead "I'll come along" she spoke Her eyes remaining on the snow that collected softly in her palm And with that, she watched her imprint grow As seven bright stars lined up all in a row "See, they were once like you They climbed the valley walls To hear the mountains' tales of unheard truths But no one could have known That they'd be taken one by one By force of greatness all They're just a moment too soon Or a second too late They were nothing more than a moment too soon" "But what of fate?" she cried "Surely there is one who decides Which way the wind turns in the morn?" "My darling girl," he said "There is no reason and no rhyme For those we love and those we bid goodbye There is no reason and no rhyme There is no reason, no alibi For those we love and those we must bid goodbye There's just a moment too soon Or a second to late The phantom of warmth An outline of sorts Those moments too soon Or a second too late Oh, sing to me of loss There's just a moment too soon Or a second too late The phantom of warmth An outline of sorts Those souls that I've loved Those perfect ones Oh, sing to me of loss" I wouldn't dare try See, I know not of life and even less of loss So I wouldn't dare try |
Who Wrote Final By Wilsen?
Tamsin Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Final By Wilsen?The duration of Final is 4:59 minutes and seconds. |
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