Текст Justin Nozuka – Comfort In Emptiness

28 thousand days ago — I was a poor boy
Never did smile at love cause I wasn’t made for it
I used to sleep in closets – in many different homes
Crying blood from my hands — trying to find gold

Comfort in emptiness
Comfort in emptiness

21 thousand days ago — I was a young man
I loved a lady dressed in silk I didn’t understand
Blank papers on the floor — read poems from my soul
Scratching myself into a hole — trying to find gold

Comfort in emptiness
Comfort in emptiness
I miss
Comfort in emptiness
Comfort in emptiness
I miss

Angel, angel — take me away
Angel, angel — take me away