The spirits of night come when I close my eyes. They whisper and they creep, saunter as I wish to go to sleep.
Letting go of thoughts, replaced are little claws. here my dreams have led, there is no in between, either it's awake, or...
Falling through to the thoughtless side again, or falling through to the thoughtless side again...
Farther in I fell, darkness sweetly swells, There is no in between, either it's awake, or...
Falling through to the thoughtless side again, or falling through to the thoughtless side again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
