4 acessos
Deep inside me,
I feel a storm,
Its echoes flee,
I rest warm.
It's like a bomb
Of fire and sound,
It's coming from
Where profound.
My world's made of tears
Since you departed to disappear,
But my hope is clear:
I will carry on standing up here.
I'm a white paper with a blot,
I'm a bright sun with a black spot,
And in my dreams we are together as ever.
I'm a clear mirror with a crack
That reflexes you forever,
And in my dreams we are together as ever.
Deep inside you,
You feel a chill,
It's something new
And gets you ill.
It's like voodoo,
A magic rite,
It ties up you,
Stops your flight.
My world's made of tears
Since you departed to disappear,
But my hope is clear:
I will carry on standing up here.
I'm a white paper with a blot,
I'm a bright sun with a black spot,
And in my dreams we are together as ever.
I'm a clear mirror with a crack
That reflexes you forever,
And in my dreams we are together as ever.