8 acessos
There is something
In my eyes
There is something
In my words
Illusion
Imagine there's no love
Imagine a slave
In an empty home
Where all the windows are blind
And stillness is crying
You're going
To run before shade
And you're running
To the very end
Rainy poison
The search
For a monument
Without a mouth
Light a lonely candle
And watch th dying moon
Too late
She is like a crying
Bunch of flowers