Текст: Poets Of The Fall. Stay.

Morning comes slow today Memories push through from yesterday Where will I be tomorrow What will I have to show From my life Stay, I need you here for a new day to break Stay, I want you near, like a shadow in my wake Flow with life down the drain Memories and force of will sustain Where will I be tomorrow What will be left to show It's the little things, little things, little things, that make the world.