Sunday, September 28, 2008

I have sought like Icarus, to fly too high

[1901]

And every night, I shut my eyes so I don't have to see the light, shining so bright.

I dream about a cloudy sky.

And every night, I shut my eyes but now I've got them open wide.

You've fallen into my hand and now you're burning me.

Now you're burning me.

[1907]

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