When the voices get to loud.
And I feel the end drawing near.
I close my eyes and you appear.
I wish you were here.
As my brother I hold you dear.
Through all these years your still here.
My twin is the strenth I need to carry on and face my fears.
The end draws near.
And I feel the end drawing near.
I close my eyes and you appear.
I wish you were here.
As my brother I hold you dear.
Through all these years your still here.
My twin is the strenth I need to carry on and face my fears.
The end draws near.
