True Songtext
von Jonathan Townes

Eight... we′ll dance
All they are, I dream about you
Made the bath. Honor. He remains laid at her feet
And he don't think that he won′t reel from the pain

Honestly
Charming, feeds a space around you
Before these, beaming face conceals agony
And she won't think that he don't still feel the same


Melody
She sings with ease a page to astound you
′Morrow brings unknown deeds and flames in our speech
And they don′t think that they won't be shed in vain

Finally, drowned at sea, replays her last view
Happiness
All but spent, it rains for his grief
And she won′t know that he don't know pain from true
And she won′t know that he don't know pain from true
And she won′t know that he don't know pain