wtorek, 4 listopada 2008

opheli

Standing all alone with no pride
Mailling, asking everynight

Where are you little soldier boy?
Blue in your eyes doesn't suit you well.

Without rythms and the melody
I'm singing to you

Tick tock, tick tock.

I can't hear.

Tick tock, tick tock.

You can't breathe.
Under the wall of the flowers,
where are you now? where are you now?
where are you opheli?

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