terça-feira, 7 de outubro de 2008

Cry me a river!



Dark moon

Cry, cry never stop crying...

The moon wil be your shadow and your path

Circles, circles of darkness...




Crawling over the limbs
Pulling the hair off their roots
Desiring to be in some place else with me


May it be a river
A thought memories river
An endless space between us

Cry, cry, cry and never stop crying

A cancer living inside your soul
eating you alive, while you cry, for the pain inside

But there wil never be an end

wish love was made of flesh and blood