The sound behind the door Shadows gather at a corner Your figure on the wall Your perfume on your clothes Ask the Ascended to return A divine, pitiful favor An instant of your presence At least your starshine over me Dramatic screams to the infinite Carried through space Bouncing painfully in their ears Ignoring me Ask the Ascended to return A divine, pitiful favor An instant of your presence At least your starshine over me Though I sleep alone You take my hand in dreams You're instants in my head You're the untouched memories So please take my thoughts And lead them through the universe Until you wake me up againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
