The Walk - The Cure

I called you after midnight Then ran until I burst I passed the howling woman And stood outside your door We walked around a lake And woke up in the rain And everyone turned over Troubled in their dreams again

In a soft, warm glow of evening light, a lone figure stands outside an old, weathered wooden door, wrapped in a cloak that shimmers with hints of twilight hues. The background reveals a dense forest with shadows dancing between ancient trees, casting long, eerie silhouettes. In the distance, a serene ...