March 9
The Fall by Gungor
How long, how long will you wait
How long, how long till you save us all, save us all
Turn your face to me
The light, the light
The morning light is gone
And all that’s left is fragile breath in failing lungs
The night, the night
The guiding night has come
Uniting lover with his bride
More precious than the dawn
How long must we wait
Turn your face to me
