Who knew? The sunset could look so sweet?
Now she feels the comforting suns warm heat
She'll be the legacy of their crimes
And she'll grieve until it's the end of time
Though she can't see what the future will hold
She continues moving forward
The graves and shrines that fuel these horrors
Are comforting for this poor explorer
Safekeep the gardens they try to reap
For she sleeps in billows and heaps of wheat
Creep through the Whispering Woods of old
For these trees are something that she calls home
Seamlessly she glides through marshlands
And carries the hearts of the lost in her hands
She'll pace herself through hidden forests
And fight for their warmth until she's sorest
GHOST DATA - Whispering Woods Lyrics
GHOST DATA - Whispering Woods Lyrics
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Who knew? The sunset could look so sweet?
Now she feels the comforting suns warm heat
She'll be the legacy of their crimes
And she'll grieve until it's the end of time
Though she can't see what the future will hold
She continues moving forward
The graves and shrines that fuel these horrors
Are comforting for this poor explorer
Safekeep the gardens they try to reap
For she sleeps in billows and heaps of wheat
Creep through the Whispering Woods of old
For these trees are something that she calls home
Seamlessly she glides through marshlands
And carries the hearts of the lost in her hands
She'll pace herself through hidden forests
And fight for their warmth until she's sorest
Now she feels the comforting suns warm heat
She'll be the legacy of their crimes
And she'll grieve until it's the end of time
Though she can't see what the future will hold
She continues moving forward
The graves and shrines that fuel these horrors
Are comforting for this poor explorer
Safekeep the gardens they try to reap
For she sleeps in billows and heaps of wheat
Creep through the Whispering Woods of old
For these trees are something that she calls home
Seamlessly she glides through marshlands
And carries the hearts of the lost in her hands
She'll pace herself through hidden forests
And fight for their warmth until she's sorest
Writer: GHOST DATA
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