luni, 30 iulie 2012
all the things that i don't speak
all the things that i don't know
all the things that i DO know...
Run away,they said,run away!
but i already do and
their footsteps wouldn't fade...
they're here again.
Well i'm in need of grasping air
so much i'd want to breathe
i want i must i must i want
! i'd like to live !
So what is home if not
a comfortable illusion
nothing you own,nothing you've got
nothing you want,a bad seclusion
So what is
i dare to listen
i dare to cry
i dare ,i'd rather watch the sun ,late in the day, descending behind the mountains while
the moon rises from the sea in the horizon