my quiet solace.
All is black and blue,
as if the sky was mimicking
this soul's prolong woe,
as if a blanket of sadness
was being laid out
on universe's pride
while all creatures
turned really quiet.
So I take a listen to the
tickling clock above my bed
and all I can think of is
how peaceful and restful,
how safe and soft,
how brutally unlike it...
as if the sky was mimicking
this soul's prolong woe,
as if a blanket of sadness
was being laid out
on universe's pride
while all creatures
turned really quiet.
So I take a listen to the
tickling clock above my bed
and all I can think of is
how peaceful and restful,
how safe and soft,
how brutally unlike it...