terça-feira, 11 de novembro de 2008

Glósóli


Now you awake
Everything seems different
I look around
But there's nothing at all

Out of shoes, I then find that
She is still in her pyjamas
Then found in a dream
I hang of (an) anticlimax

She is with the sun
And she is, here inside

But where are you...

Go on a journey
And roam the streets
Can't see the way out
And so use the stars
She sits for eternity
And then climbs out

Glowing sole, like she
So come out

I wake dream-ocean
My heart beat
Mixed up hair…

Madness with far-crazy
Witch is compulsory

And here you are...

I felt...

And here you are,
Glowing sole...

And here you are,
Glowing sole...

And here you are,
Glowing sole...

And here you are...

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