Παρασκευή, 24 Απριλίου 2009


I'm a slow dying flower

frost killing hour

the sweet turning sour

& untouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before,

all the trembling sweetness

I loved and adored...

Your face saving promises

whispered like prayers.

I don't need them.


I need the darkness,

the sweetness,

the sadness,

the weakness,

ooh I need this.

I need a lullaby

a kiss goodnight

,angel, sweet love of my life

ooh I need this

Well, is it dark enough,can you see me?

do you want me?

can you reach me?

or I'm leaving...

you better shut your mouth

and hold your breath

you kiss me now,

you catch your death

oh I mean this...oh I mean this...

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