There's a demon inside the cage behind bars of memory snakes down deep like lava molten melting in each crevice creaking age of myself, I rise from leaden limbs envisioned as a heavy deadbolt, longing locking thoughts up remind: the key — all this is fleeting reweaving echoes singing singing, turning, over, over
I miss you, I still miss you when you're here in this same room with the lives that we spoke to let the name do what the feeling soothed I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you sweet sailor, in this same room with the lives that we spoke to
From the image of a trace of what's cradled and let long ago, become the same as the one I knew so sweetly and i thank you day and deeply in each footprint we place in grace lands, superb silence, lush jungles of leaves it's the only conversation worth listening to yet here, in this same room, back to where I'm used to speaking quickly
something falls back on itself there's a possibility in this silence….Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
