domingo, março 11

Script

I twist myself in bed at night
and I blow up in wind and fears and eyes
as the stars keep glowing out of sky
I just can't sleep my head and cry

Oh be you my sweetest dream
Oh be you sun that much supreme
I drown my breath among the steam
from maze and mist I'm in between

Oh be you my sweetest dream
Waking me up in the last scene.

[11/03/07]