The gloomy Tuesday ambience A void of thoughts profound To see the cracks with sharpened vision The shadow I've become, and the tragedy I lead
What am I, but last light of a fading season? Food for the insatiable
The fragile caress of the cold spring rain The tattered subway stairs My weary footsteps on the asphalt
I could watch this fade, and never look back Discard the shallow comfort of things I own
My mind is starved of new impressions Beyond the idle smile, a quenched longing for rebirth
I could watch this fade, and never look back Discard the shallow comfort of things I own
The fragile caress of the cold spring rain The tattered subway stairs My weary footsteps on the asphaltTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
