Something seems to break inside
I'm standing on a hill, in the midst of the clouds
Looking all around you're not to be found
Midnight whispers in a midsummer's dream
Tell me your darkest phantasies
In sleep you call to me
In dreams i came...
A never-ending dream, a dream of you
Wo bist du denn jetzt, wo versteckst du dich?
A place of golden streets, where blind men see
Wartest du da, wartest du auf mich?
What's up with these weird dreams i've been having of you lately? Sigh.
posted by quatscherei @ 12:31
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