Frozen fingers
Are drawing on glass
SomeTowns unknown
Where all my dreams
Are written on walls
But I can be wrong
don`t you see
Number of ways
Just searching for the one
its so hard to choose
From thousands of lights
You are to follow me
In every silent dream
I hear your voices
My love is flying high
Please feel the latest try
Your hopes
my choices
How many have been,
how many more will be
All that
circumstances
And Hidden under seven seals
Strange rules
and secret sences
Through tons of problems
And Kilovats
And decibels
And groove of everyday
Thousands of lights
Calling not to stay
Your voices
© Copyright: Роман Твилбард, 2009
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