Appearance Of The Voice Testo

Pulsating fear, surprise my ear, so come here you are jittery, please trust in me, my dear Take your time and come aside to green light I loose my time, I'll disappear with daylight A tiny gate that dances in the wall what kind of voice, what kind of call that pours into my hollow head, my heavy ear, I have to leave this hall Love to follow my inner call.