sábado, janeiro 20, 2007

Smoke
On the mirror
You talk
As it flows above the
Smoke
Calling me
Free from the ice
Living the walk
Smoke
Filling the empty inside
Creating holes
In my veins there’s
Smoke
My friend of old
The cries live
For no tomorrow calls
Smoke
And mirrors there’s
Smoke
And mirrors there’s
Smoke
And mirrors there’s
Smoke