Is there bridge upon the stairs,
Leading me way back home?
I've got never ending song,
But no-one else's left to call.
So I feel no sympathy,
No love, no pain. Just whores.
They're playin' with my strings,
These lines are so hard to hold.
What for I breath
The gas of sinking lands,
I hang my head
On the point of no return?
Please, dig me into the ground,
Not as deep as the reds and the browns.
Like a hell they've painted sky,
Every crash-course must be flown.
So I take my share of glint
And sow it on the shore.
Let it grow the race of silk,
But their hearts won't ever be sold.
I stand, I fight
To get out of nevermore.
Life's meant to be
Of the points of no return.
Июнь 2010 г., Вильнюс
The point of no return
© Copyright: Томас Макарскас, 2010
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