Tina Loeffler - Echo of the Woods Lyrics

Once more we're ringing the bell
For the long forgotten road and what is left
Too tall is the mountains regret
Our own private hills of doubts and bills fill this rusty shed
And we hold on tight what is over
Shuttered by the words not said
Caught in the echo of the woods
When a thought becomes an other
Ripped of it's meanings bed
Our love is hold by the things we had
Our love is hold by the things we had
No harm will take what is set
Slowly walking down the lane not knowing yet
Right there a weight on the chest
A couple of stones directing where it goes giving birth to what we've fed
And we hold on tight what is over
Shuttered by the words not said
Caught in the echo of the woods
When a thought becomes an other
Ripped of it's meanings bed
Our love is hold by the things we had
Our love is hold by the things we had
And we hold on tight what is over
Shuttered by the words not said
Caught in the echo of the woods
When a thought becomes an other
Ripped of it's meanings bed
Our love is hold by the things we had
Our love is hold by the things we had

Once more we're ringing the bell
For the long forgotten road and what is left
Too tall is the mountains regret
Our own private hills of doubts and bills fill this rusty shed
And we hold on tight what is over
Shuttered by the words not said
Caught in the echo of the woods
When a thought becomes an other
Ripped of it's meanings bed
Our love is hold by the things we had
Our love is hold by the things we had
No harm will take what is set
Slowly walking down the lane not knowing yet
Right there a weight on the chest
A couple of stones directing where it goes giving birth to what we've fed
And we hold on tight what is over
Shuttered by the words not said
Caught in the echo of the woods
When a thought becomes an other
Ripped of it's meanings bed
Our love is hold by the things we had
Our love is hold by the things we had
And we hold on tight what is over
Shuttered by the words not said
Caught in the echo of the woods
When a thought becomes an other
Ripped of it's meanings bed
Our love is hold by the things we had
Our love is hold by the things we had