ZACAS - Corner House

In the golden fields of a little place called Hartford
Where dreams are made of cedar and pine
In the fort it burns red
This corner house my homestead
Weary traveller meets end
Awaiting trial at worlds end

How does one say?
How does one say? ""I'm sorry""

Your energy was low and your eyes made a frown
for the worst part of me that I really need
Overwhelming orchestra of silence
Drifting out to see with ships made of cedar and pine
Overwhelming rise in fortune
A silence far too great for me to understand
My only way out, cedar and pine
A Hartford state of mind

A depth of solace I can't reach
Empty spaces my mind can't breach
A love so real it aches my bones
This corner house is now my home
In the golden fields of a little place called Hartford
Where dreams are made of cedar and pine

How does one say? ""I am sorry""

Written by:
JULLIANO ZACA, LUIGI ZACA

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