Из альбома: Like Cutting the Sleeping
The beautiful one awoke, to take,
My breath away
And I smiled as the moment swelled
For we were lost, to the bewilderment, of, journey
Everything we touched was quietly alive
Pouring rose gold, into my veins
And how she made, the silence glow, but entities, they never know
Deep within the emerald lair
Still as Winter smooth as air
Yet vacant as my yearn for whispers
Through the searching winds
Beneath the cool vast arch of leaves
Simple screaming clarity
To slide between the secret gaps, of mountains
Lost, in cool sheer places
Faces in the gentle skyline
Whom know not where, their destiny lingers
Dramatic falls, attack oblivion
To strange this comfort
This hour glory
As when we walked, through cloudless times
Accepting visitors whom we should embrace
The ghosts that laid beside us
Cursing my imagination!
Slicing
O' my gentle
Suicide
SUICIDE!