söndag 29 mars 2009

The moon a phantom rose, through the mountains and the pines. And then the darkness fell.

Hjärtesorg är vacker.

I fell out of his eyes
I fell out of his heart
I fell down on my face, yes I did
And I tripped and I missed my star
And I fell and fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

1 kommentar:

siri sa...

hjärtesorg är den värsta sorgen, inget gör så ont