Thencame the hourof wounded lightwhenall was goneportioned to recurrent voiceswhere the stars would embrace their endas if to wrong the right deranged..
I thinkI've finally fallen into itor maybe I've just gone madMaybe I've just become the reflection ofthis cricketThe chirping ancillarywater soundsBea..
Sometimes when you askI study the backsteps,the treasures from my dayplaces where you've taken meand whySometimesI study the mountainsformed within my..
It was a quiet roadpages and led, clouds driftingthe number eleven following us close behindgiant gray moth and holidays with wings wide spreadyou sai..
I'll share with you adream I hadsweetly,our bodies pure, poured inthe silver drops of autumn rainas closely I held youThe window slipped in cloudspres..