Из альбома: Fanfare For The Comic Muse
So much time, and so little to doI furnish my mind with pictures of =
youFading portraits, peculiar nameReplaced by your face in a big golden =
frame
Take me inside you - There I will find youQuietly sleeping;Water is =
seepingDown from the skies andInto your eyes andInto the secret garden
The icon hangs alone on the wall;Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at =
allGolden fragments of moments in timeTarnished with guilt for an =
innocent time