Trevor Gureckis
Trevor Gureckis
Trevor Gureckis
Trevor Gureckis
Trevor Gureckis
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Trevor Gureckis
Trevor Gureckis
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Saleka
Trevor Gureckis
Somewhere on the edge of sleep
There is a taste of peace
Every night we dance in my dreams
But cupid’s an archer
His violent departure
Leaves us at the altar
Wounded, weak and ready to bleed
I’ll wash away some day
No monuments made in my name
There is no life I’d trade
You were my reason to remain
And I will remain
Through comfort and pain
Till I wash away
You are all that I can see
Alone I’m obsolete
Evеry fight is purgatory
Stripped of the armor
We plеad and we barter
We stray from our harbor
Searching for some false remedy
I’ll wash away some day
No monuments made in my name
There is no life I’d trade
You were my reason to remain
Now we remain
Through comfort and pain
Till I wash away
I could never leave you
You are my first and last love
Every day I’m near you
I have enough
I wash some day
No monuments made in my name
There is no life I’d trade
You were my reason to remain
And I will remain
Ohh-oh