“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”.

31
Ago 08


Crossing over


Traces in snow

A red line grows through and leads me below

Nothing on this side ties me

One step, one glimpse of an eye

One moment can change everything

Wait here 'til my words spread across the sky

And into the chambers of every soul


Letra da autoria de Cult of Luna/Lyrics by Cult of Luna

publicado por Ligeia Noire às 14:52
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Agosto 2008
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