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And carry the weight of love and loss, they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls
to the hope of morning
peace will come
the paintings of all
her memories they hang like ghosts
calling the sun to warm the skies
The paintings of all, the paintings of all, the paintings of all
And carry the weight of love and loss, to the hope of morning, her memories they hang like ghosts
I hear a voice, and in this house You, they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls
i hear a voice
The paintings of all, the faces that lie beyond these walls, the faces that lie beyond these walls
and in this house i hear a voice
her ivory hands hold so tightly
And carry the weight of love and loss, her memories they hang like ghosts
and carry the weight of love and loss
And in this house i hear a voice, up on the walls the widows pass those
The paintings of all, her memories they hang like ghosts, calling the sun to warm the skies
the paintings of all
They tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls, and carry the weight of love and loss
Her ivory hands hold so tightly, calling the sun to warm the skies
Facing time on her own, and carry the weight of love and loss
they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls
her memories they hang like ghosts
Her heart lies awake at night, she mourns the day her love let go but in her burdened heart she knows, peace will come
Her ivory hands hold so tightly, and in this house
I hear a voice, facing time on her own
The faces that lie beyond these walls, facing time on her own, and in this house
I hear a voice, the faces that lie beyond these walls
To the hope of morning, and in this house, i hear a voice
Her memories they hang like ghosts, and carry the weigth of love and loss
And in this house, they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls
The paintings of all, they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls, the paintings of all
Up on the walls the widows pass those, and carry the weigth of love and loss
they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls
With morning, she mourns the day her love let go but in her burdened heart she knows Love, she mourns the day her love let go but in her burdened heart she knows
The paintings of all, the paintings of all
To the hope of morning, her heart lies awake at night
They tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls, i hear a voice, and carry the weight of love and loss
And carry the weigth of love and loss, with morning Ayers, they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls
Her memories they hang like ghosts, up on the walls the widows pass those
and in this house i hear a voice
up on the walls the widows pass those
Facing time on her own, and in this house, she mourns the day her love let go but in her burdened heart she knows
They tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls, her memories they hang like ghosts
facing time on her own
And in this house i hear a voice, the paintings of all
she mourns the day her love let go but in her burdened heart she knows
They tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls, up on the walls the widows pass those
and carry the weigth of love and loss
her ivory hands hold so tightly
her heart lies awake at night
she mourns the day her love let go but in her burdened heart she knows
The faces that lie beyond these walls, they tell the tales of the faces that lie beyond these halls, and carry the weight of love and loss