sexta-feira, 12 de março de 2010

My Restless

When leaves have fallen and skies turned into grey
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe

When she embraces your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you are all alone
And when she whispers your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you

Um comentário:

  1. essa foto me lembrou uma coisa, que eu não sei escrever, acho que é Le Parkur, hahaha.

    Texto ótimo.
    Keep!Keep moving!