she's died away | |
with empty dream | |
her eyes have faded | |
with lack of tears | |
sometimes the stream of bright | |
stab the weak peas | |
sometimes the fog of night | |
smell like wine | |
her heart has faded | |
with lack of blood | |
she takes my hand | |
till the sunshine die | |
sometimes the stream of bright | |
stab the weak peace | |
sometimes the fog of night | |
smell like wine |