16 April 2012
White lips, pale face, listening to the sound your heart makes. Gentle drum, fast pace.
Lights gone, days end, still hoping that you're heaven sent. You're mine, 'till the end.
Cos we're all under the upper hand. Go mad for a couple grams. And we don't wanna go outside, tonight.
And from a hole, we'll fall into wonderland. Lose our heads in another land.
But it's too cold outside, for angels to fly...
(thank you Ed Sheeran for your simple, beautiful songs in such hard and complicated times for the world)
Another Life • Opuss № I