Sometimes I wish to be wandering far away to see you lonely ones wherever you are instead of lying deep inside of dark black clay I'd want to stand by you forever and now
Dead still life...hypnotized
Sometimes I go to sleep longing to dream of you just one look in the eyes is more than 1.000 words
What wall is between us and how can we get thru? Any way how to unite our distant worlds?
Sometimes I'm asking myself why why couldn't stay here you and I tell me how is to stand at death's door? Sometimes I'm thinking how it would be on the other side, just you with me waiting's too long and you're not here anymore...
Sometimes I'm feeling weak when I recall you in mind my selfish "I" lives different story Too many questions Where are you? And does it hurt? Maybe I'd like to hear "Follow me"