Black Needle Noise - Gone Feat Yvette Winkler Lyrics

Touching, touched
All I've tried to hold on to
Raging storm, stirring tornadoes in my tea
Losing ourselves in the darkness

Touching, touched
All we tried to hold on to
A sigh from my lips, nothing could light this sinners heart.
If only your arms made stronger wings

I gently touch your empty space
All that remains

Lead me trough the flames
I will follow, I will follow
Lead me trough the flames
I'll follow, I'll follow

Lead me trough the flames
I'll follow, I follow (slipping through my fingertips)
Lead me
I'll follow, I'll follow

I'll follow
(Storm is coming, storm is coming)
I'll follow