Gossamer
Memoir
Perchance I thought,or just a cradled whisperthat you may dreamof sheer contentmentThe simple things seem so lostbetween the wordswhen someone did you wrong...and it must be cold thereit glistens with the mist of that mistrustand loves the ancient waydrained of all things pure...except in you...and are you ever lonely?ever feel the efforts go unsung?perchance the dream has diedawaken to the world he filled with lies...are you ever lonely?
Aus Songtexte Mania