7 acessos
The drums of time have stopped
The ecstatic quietude
Sucks up every fear
And every desire
Illuisons of the moment
Featureless figures
Intensified feelings
I'm running behind my shadow
In this vastness
I can feel your presence
I cannot understand
Your misleading words
Inconceivable beauty
Sweet melody
Forgotten senses
Are walking up
Dark in the dark
Always and never
This is the time
Of total purification
Lost in thought
Trying to touch
The perfect moment
But the clock strikes again