It's a song about a dream. . Well I'm lying in my bed. The blanket is warm. This body will never be safe from harm. Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole.
I used to know a little square. So long ago, when I was small. All summer long it had a fair. Wonderful fair with swings and all. I used to love my little fair. And at the close of everyday I cou
Well I heard there was a secret chord. That David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do ya?. Well it goes like this. T
There is a child sleeping near his twin. The pictures go wild in a rush of wind. That dark angel he is shuffling in. Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled. . The love you lost