Mikael Åkerfeldt and Josh Silver - Roads
The voice of loss is sighing through the rain
And as I turn around, nothing's to be found
The hours now upon this endless road
Is it taking me, where I long to be?
Alone
Alone
The soaring hope is reeling in my head
I can't remember this, but it must be what I miss
Suddenly I find I'm standing still
Staring
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