All we want is to crucify your "God"
jueves, 11 de agosto de 2011
Voices of the dead
Oldest dream without a dream
Cold but sweet and temting
As i look into those eyes long gone
And it feels like you were still a part
Of this restless world
From beyond you reach out from my hand
Come closer follow me
And teach me how to fly
Cold but sweet and temting
As i look into those eyes long gone
And it feels like you were still a part
Of this restless world
From beyond you reach out from my hand
Come closer follow me
And teach me how to fly
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