Red Sky
Storms rest upon my head As living creeps upon the dead
Ideas, visions and other things constantly Clash into each other
I want him, I want him now To raise me up above those stormy clouds.
I want him to look at me and approach me With the summer of a kiss.
Oh don?t you know I will make any day Burn with pain for you
My love, how can see you? For you to offer a journey Towards my sacred doors.
Open your eyes and ears to me My love,
Don?t ignore me my sweet Knight For darken days become winter.
longing becomes most Unbearable.
Red Sky
Storms rest upon my head As living creeps upon the dead
Ideas, visions and other things constantly Clash into each other
I want him, I want him now To raise me up above those stormy clouds.
I want him to look at me and approach me With the summer of a kiss.
Oh don?t you know I will make any day Burn with pain for you
My love, how can see you? For you to offer a journey Towards my sacred doors.
Open your eyes and ears to me My love,
Don?t ignore me my sweet Knight For darken days become winter.
longing becomes most Unbearable.
darkgothic_queen · Fri Oct 13, 2006 @ 01:31am · 0 Comments |