Из альбома: Varshons
Tears fall in slivers,
You broke my shades,
The light too bright,
Let me bury my heart.
Filter emotions of greens,
Cowardice gives blue,
A restricted view,
Let me open my heart.
I have a fleeting love,
Scorching when it lands,
Fragile,
Needing precious hands,
Fragile.
You eat my energy,
Give me more rope,
Nail in the wall,
Let me hang my heart.
I have a fleeting love,
Scorching when it lands,
Fragile,
Needing precious hands,
Fragile.