(The next night.) You're my only firiend but you're not hearing me. To worry or reassure, you speak to me sometimes. Your rocking motion is a complaint, A quiet complaint like an interior pain. The room clear a blue sweetness, Like a reflection in the water of clear sky above. I only vaguely discern her anymore. Fight for her I can't anymore. An outside world calls for me, I reply to it by rocking... The room clear a blue sweetness like a reflection in the Blood of a breaking union. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |