My grisaille is something sad to see For the shallow diver. Behold the reckling in his room Coordinates shifted by a small degree But stained glass lanterns still abloom Nocturnal and blissom as ever Seeking the colored path I am walking
At your bedtime I found myself floating Three thousand meters in the air Saw lightning coming Felt the rain kissing Laid down in a lake Heard the sky quivering Walked the summer sunset Seeing grey Hearing blue Did it alone, did it alone, did it all aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
