Alan Walker

December snow is cold on my skin
There's a hole where the truth's been blowing in
Another empty sky awakening
And that old homesick feeling once again

The midday sun from a thousand sacred hours
Has bleached all the colour from the flowers
You painted on the sign by our door
But we don't walk those rooms anymore

Now I'm sitting here
And I'm trying to explain
Why all that I have
Is this hatful of rain

A mile of golden chains cannot bind us
And if I could, I'd throw away the key
Everything but the past is behind us
This is not how it was meant to be

I remember how I found you
Broken glass all around you
And the crimson spreading stain
And how I cried out your name

So take me back where the air tastes sweet
And I can feel God's earth beneath my feet
Where I can sit in my easy chair
And make believe I can see you walking there

I can feel you near
But nothing is the same
Wish I could see your face
In this hatful of rain


Alan Walker (born Alan Olav Walker, 24 August 1997 in Northampton, England, United Kingdom) is a British-Norwegian record producer. He recorded electronic dance music single "Faded" and his song released on NoCopyrightSounds, "Fade". ... Read More