terça-feira, 27 de março de 2007

Blank cold

A wall will rise between us
It’s like a dirty glass
We don’t even recognize each other

The time will run against us
Comes striding in the night
Brings the voices and the shadows

After the leaves are fallen
And our hearts are stolen
We'll return to the old blank cold
And now the house is empty
We had come to an end
We only share a sadness without cause

The sky is now the bottom
The horizon is a scrawl
We had change it, everything is small

After the leaves are fallen
And our hearts are stolen
We'll return to the old blank cold
We cannot escape
The dark and wicked fate
We’ll never reach the shining gold

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