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Πέμπτη, 17 Απριλίου 2008

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Time flies near
When time comes to become fear
I seek a way to pick on years
How things go wasted
How feelings tend to strech so I can hear
Hear them sighs
Hear them touch me
When everything comes running behind you
I tend to lose all smells
I need to hear all sounds
All bends seem different
Queries filled up wrongly
What has become of our thoughts?
All this inspiration tends to fall so gently
On my eyelids seem to have a meaning
Inspiration
What fire is that, that loses the battlefield
For what battlefield is, become so real
And with me ears sealed, and my lips so tight,
Come tonight, touch this flaming sprite
Come with me, yet so far away
How come this fear, become so real?
To hold my arm so tight
And all those voices have passed the test
And this test is so me
So me, that your senses kiss this ground and i…
I don’t seem to think straight
And this melody is brighter than I could ever think
How swiftly dawn approaches my sight
My ears are sealed to the only music that can be heard
My muse seems so blind however clear-sighted may seem
All fears drawned in this white-spirited bottle
A bottle I carry for noone
I can’t hold on to this thought as thoughts travel faster than you think… they just travel
As a horn blows a thousand dreams and feelings
How come you ended up here?