I am covering the snow by myself I am opened by a priest I am reserved for banality I am spelled to dawn I am true for nothing I am streaming to wet I am dreaming to the beginning
… passing you on the line of the wishes meeting eyes … forget herself
she doesn..t realize she owns the brilliant skin
try to find the deep in a christmas ball and when she tells the truth it might break the dream
YOU
Lovely And Clear View Of Blond-black Wave
(and above all you're the movement so aloud and beauteous)
