In the morning I greeted the ligth from the window with a heavy heart of yesterday that refuse to go
Yet I must go back to the work that is not my choosing
A choice made for me by my desire to live, and to see another day light by the window.
This came to me as a surprise while I was diving into the sea of new artist music to realize that this album does ring well in my ears. Not long ago I found the Blackmore’s Night, which is absolutely stunning and refreshing. Murder, and The Birds is the kind of music sing in acoustic soundwave, travelling to meet the vision of folk tales that will have you wrap in a surprise.
I don't know what is love
But I will follow you to death my love
And if you ask me what I see in love
I will tell you when I close my eyes I see is you.