quarta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2014

From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out

 
 
 
I wake up lonely,
there's air of silence
in the bedroom and all around.
Touch me now,
I close my eyes
and dream away.
 
Make-believing we're together,
that I'm sheltered by your heart.
But in and outside I've turned to water
like a teardrop in your palm.
And it's a hard winter's day,
I dream away.

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