29 April 2012
That the sky would lift, That I'd find my place, That I'd see your face At the door And the sun would glint, On a time well spent, On a time that is no more.
Taste the broken hearts, In the vacant lots, See the fruit that rots On the trees Try to turn my head, Leave it all for dead But it's in my mind Always
In My Mind • Opuss № I