THE CRAFT

19.09.2005

THE CRAFT

Hardly awake i plug the coffee maker to chase the last ghost of my night
your image still reflect in the dark liquid, i drown inside

Now it's cold, where did all this time gone? I think I lost the few last hours
Meanwhile what did happen to the sun? what did happen to my lores?

R : Tell me
What was this craft you casted to steal this moments of my life?
You're still nor the least, but the last, vision remaining in my mind

The radio's in stase, still playing our song eight days the week, stinging my brain
Were you right or was I wrong? am I going insane

The entire world seems like an empty room, your face engrave in every wall
you're everywhere, I know I'm doomed, no wings will break my fall.

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