Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
When the north wind blows
And you button up your coat...
Wading out into the centre pool
Floating above the abyssal deep...
I feel like I’m cut open
It’s festering not closing...
I wanted to be wanted
I wanted to be loved, it’s true...
My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...
On his body we built this city |
He left this world in slumber |
He slipped away from this world |