Song | Penelope |
Artist | Gothica |
Album | Night Thoughts |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Fluid is the night which | |
I plunge in, | |
Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon. | |
I weave weft of dreams | |
Erasing them with reality, | |
I wait for | |
Death That will come from the sea. | |
I grow flowers watering them | |
With blood and | |
I destroy them | |
With the look of someone who has seen | |
And knows too much, | |
They read a world in me, | |
In me they perceive the dream, | |
Roads of sea, houses of clouds, | |
I weave, and my thread is | |
Death. |