in the middle of chaos

Sonntag, 24. Oktober 2010

Bright eyes

Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream
Oh, is it a dream?
Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows when you go
And where do you start
Oh, into the dark
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes..~

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