Now is the clock that is paralysed
Believe me the death is carving your name
on her forbidden garden
Lets just be poetic when we die
And stop singing our sorrows for once this time...
I need to color my life with poetry
No you don't
I need to feel, so much more than this
I can't be stuck here, till some takes my place, its my place,
its my place, its my place again, its my place, its my place again, its my place again...
its my palceeeeee...
Lets just be poetic when we die
And stop singing our sorrows for once this time...
