 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
The clouds of pain screech when you go by Hot springs, my living room sweats changes colours, March wakes up from its frame The night is over, perfume and make-up I hear only her heels on the road Leave me alone, I’m fed up with lies The years raced in my mind, They danced in the rain, A desert covered the map A wilting flower breaks the vase It says beware, she’ll come The night is coming, perfume and make-up I hear her heals on the road again Leave me alone, I’m fed up with lies I’m fed up Tonight, the time, the date, The pain… the road … changes dresses, new shoes leave me alone, leave me alone.  fake streets
in the park
|
|