The anguish of the past won't hurt now.
As hope trickles, it tingles down the spine.
And the stars who connived would ask how...
Pain is no more - for no longer do I pine.
The anguish of the past won't hurt now.
As hope trickles, it tingles down the spine.
And the stars who connived would ask how...
Pain is no more - for no longer do I pine.
