My Night Has No More Songs
I walk and walk past the sloping hills,
They float in my dreams.
It is dark, swallowing everything.
In the milky blue haze,
I rear up to look beyond it,
But everything is hazy.
You, the distant traveler,
Seem happy with stolen dreams.
A natural avant-gardist, but a thief,
Your shoulders will never touch...
They float in my dreams.
It is dark, swallowing everything.
In the milky blue haze,
I rear up to look beyond it,
But everything is hazy.
You, the distant traveler,
Seem happy with stolen dreams.
A natural avant-gardist, but a thief,
Your shoulders will never touch...