Kala Sumeriah - Wormoboros

Someone Called (At His Door)

Someone's call
At his door
No one's there
Maybe is the air
Someone's call
At his door
No one's there
Maybe is the air
Now in bed
His eyes still search
The way to sleep
And feel the grief
It's like a waterfall
Draining your black Heart
And then you think of her
Maybe this is your end
He is so alone
But not below
Where he can stand
And hold on his love
It's like a waterfall
Draining your black Heart
And then you think of her
Maybe this is your end
Maybe
It's your end
Maybe

Credits
Writer(s): Alvaro Garcia Bensi, Eduardo Alvarado Palladino, Gustavo Banco Pravatta, Martin Fumarola
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