emosjonell søppelkasse 2

Sitting on the edge of space, holding a photograph
It images the frame of a girl, whos heart I can't keep

This night she let it loose,
spoke her thoughts loud
spoke the truth
Salt watered creeks of my empty palms,
now unite and mirror my faith
A faith you don't want no more
You wanted?

Remember your long brown hair,
your gentle eyes
intensely steared
sideways on your white bed sheets
where they met my face
A face you don't love no more
You loved?

The dreams I deared to dream
were warm and sounded like harmonies
the dreams i deared to dream
were nightmears all along