i wen† lef†:
dreams - sometimes they come true
i wen† lef†:
shadow mornings
i wen† lef†:
stories on the walls of our memories
i wen† lef†:
waiting for the shadows to come when it gets dark
i wen† lef†:
when morning comes
i wen† lef†:
winter reaches out its stick grey arms
i wen† lef†:
lace ain't that innocent
i wen† lef†:
my city of shadows
i wen† lef†:
lights shine at christmas time
i wen† lef†:
autumn ends
i wen† lef†:
autumn light
i wen† lef†:
tangled in knots
i wen† lef†:
stories told
i wen† lef†:
secrets hunker in silent alleys
i wen† lef†:
going home. to my shadow.
i wen† lef†:
early morning shimmer
i wen† lef†:
show me the way
i wen† lef†:
inside me it is winter inside me i feel wrong
i wen† lef†:
somedays even the clearest of glass mists up
i wen† lef†:
it was on a sunny day - in july - when our story began
i wen† lef†:
i'm making new friends on my journey
i wen† lef†:
i'll have black coffe with brown sugar please
i wen† lef†:
come let's hotwire an old car - we drive through the night and find a wooden hut in a forest - one with a swing couch on the front porch and a river flowing past the back
i wen† lef†:
flowers leave a path marked out with footprints on the pavement leading me towards the great unknown
i wen† lef†:
the other day i took a ride - i took a ride on the bus of ghosts
i wen† lef†:
the night has its own stories
i wen† lef†:
dreams are made on the city streets
i wen† lef†:
forever marked
i wen† lef†:
come and fill the space - find a way to fill it - it waits here for you
i wen† lef†:
we need the pain to feel the ecstacy
