ian morrison some white hell şarkı sözleri
Limitations of words surge to life
Pure poetry of motion
The martyr who was hanged imprinted on an open mind
The body is carried, an infinite weight flashing in the sun
Some white hell, high in the big city
This eternal bliss can be stark and cruel
Residue of things long lost
Some white hell; nothing revealed
Some white hell's harsh peace concealed
Some White Hell
