The Going Price For Home Testo

And I've payed, the price of solitude,
With which to worry, while you're away,
With our grace, to allow my hand to travel,
In worth(?) here across your face.
I love you more than you could now,
Here in those eyes you hide it well;
I think you do.
And I'll turn, the wheels that round the ground,
Across the never, here against the grain,
Now I've lost, the only thing that matters to my life,
Is now the dream.
I love you more than you could know,
Here in those eyes you hide it well;
I think you do.
Here I go, I'm on my way home now,
To you, and it hurts to hear you fear