| Six hours in a candied town. |
| It was a cloudy day, And I needed something you to say... You looked so ephemeral... I wonder, was it real? The bell was ringing, But you were signing the song. Huh, remember? It was lasting very long. Your hands...they were so gentle... And we were holding one little candle, looking into each others eyes... But was it really wise? A garrett turned into the hell of lechery. None of us took care 'bout treachery. I was like in a circle-fire. One step backward- and you will die! My neck was chained by rusted fetters... And I remembered your words from letters... The music bound us, the gift of God! But the strings cut my fingers to the blood... It was a cloudy day... Don't you want something me to say? Well, my pain won't last forever. I will forget...someday... ever... Oh my darling! Do you hear the knell? So see ya then... in hell! Don't be late... I hate to wait... 24 February 2002 |
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