Still in moments of hope I will sit, sit and sing softly Sing for all I wonder how the good goes away, always away I still see a line, line of soaked eyes I still see a line, line of soaked eyes Then I hear the crunch of snow I run to hide, as I recall that the good goes away Always away I still see a line, line of soaked eyes I still see a line, line of soaked eyes I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
