“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”.

21
Abr 12


I collect the light from the stars

When I close my crippled fingers
And when I draft my emaciated back
Confined in my gazebo of crystal,
It only shines for you

Come by, my father, look
Come and see my fall
For I collected all the light

Come by, my father, look
Come and see my fall
For I collected all the light

I tear of my skin and bow to thee humbly
Take my tongue, so you can always hear my worries
Take my ears, so I can hear your solace

 

Lyrics by Lantlôs/Letra de Lantlôs

publicado por Ligeia Noire às 00:28
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