Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night?
Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again.
A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
