Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Πέμπτη, 16 Μαΐου 2013

But now you never show that to me, do you?

And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen in the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

The fairytales we learn of love,
Undying gift from above,
And how it all fits together in the end.
As chapters ramble on and on,
Falling into a tale unknown,
We 're heroes and our love we send.

We learn of Kings of the Age of Gold
Princess of beauty and vagrants bold
And secret chords that please our Gods
Parent's the name of God to child
Before they grow up and start acting wild
In the rain they hear their God as he applauds

We hear of vampires and of men
Their passion is stronger than their lament
In the rain and in the fire they say "I love you"
Werewolves we find, at the edge of fang
Songs are there, left unsung
And we whisper through our eyes, saying "I must have you"

Stories only end where it's safe to,
Where the heroes seem to pull through
And I always cared to see beyond my eyes
The kings, the vampires and the men
To Earth from Heaven they descend
To take us to the purple skies.


And the rhythm goes as a bird rides the sky. Free

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