The high has gone dry
Where love is lost, however much they try
When all tears are scarce,
And all there is, is a silent cry
So hard to be frank
When everyday feels like walking on a thin plank
And your heart is empty whilst your mind remains blank
The high has gone dry
Where love is lost, however much they try
When all tears are scarce,
And all there is, is a silent cry
So hard to be frank
When everyday feels like walking on a thin plank
And your heart is empty whilst your mind remains blank