Автор: Mr. Strange

There’s always something you would dare to say your good intentions are boring take me away if it keeps you

With loving passion, oh your radiance A serenade I cry Your silk lined coffin the lachrymatory To hold a mourner’s

As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what,

In dreamland grandeur I held mesmerized peace Innocence breathed again A mind’s escape Leave walls of tears behind Ethereal vision

Another day unfolds, still I exist Never felt so cold, I never knew I was turning away Though I can’t

Deep inside the silence staring out upon the sea the waves are washing over half forgotten memory Deep within the

In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be