It was midnight and I was taking a stroll At the end of the dark street the pale moon hangs above like reflection of her soul I saw with my eyes her shadow i'll be with soon
Close your eyes Close your heart Fight the lust, fight the urge to speak For now words are allowed tonight Pale faces, silent souls, crashed hearts Let them be summoned and free me
empty streets, empty soul, empty heart... Night drips on, closing the skies into darkness Clash of hopelessness and lowliness thrusts its jealous sword through me...she was gone...
Your love seems my tragic and treacherous victory Shivering scents seeps through your flower mouth Am I wrong to feel concern and sympathy? Broken memory of mine
Your love seems my tragic and treacherous victory Shivering scents seeps through your flower mouth Am I wrong to feel concern and sympathy? Broken memory of mine