Like an angel, I fall on your roof,
Closer to the stars.
High waves, and a walk on the bottom of the sea
On sweet snow we knocked on the door,
No one answered.
No one waited at the heaven’s door.
Streets of dreams,
You know how it is,
If you have it.
Tempting with the Lips of the Gates
On sweet snow we knocked on the door
No one answered.
No one waited at the heaven’s door.
When I hold fear in my hands,
When fire dances in me,
The sweet snow is just snow,
That’s when I want to be close to the stars.
With you.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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