The dark street of yesterday Appears in the corners of my eyes Though time conceals with golden seals Kind ghosts, I can still hear your distant cries My thoughts run wild to what could have been Had blood remained in the pulse machine
Quiet daydreams flicker, then expire Why does it always have to be the same That memories are always the brightest fire And what is real, the weakest flame
Let's join our hands Let's dance on air The wind your breath The stars your stare The night your love The clouds your dreams The rain your tears
There is hope, it seems
Don't speak to me of madness, I've heard it all Don't speak to me of sadness, I've felt it all Don't pierce my heart in anger, I've seen it all before Don't speak to me of voices, I've heard them all Don't speak to me of choices, I've made them all Don't talk about delusion, that's not my style at all
Come with me and you will see That I fell Come with me and you will see That I'm realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.