Create my thoughts out of wind
sew my cloths out of the rain
lay me down in a fast boat, push it to the middle of stream
let me forget names of all things
let me forget my own name
let my soul just like mist, out of the water fly
take a look into my eyes, and you will see another heaven
take a look at my lips--they could've loved miles away
but here i am disappearing, here i am nothing but a waning beam--
so let me go, let me fly to the place of my dreams..
let go, let me fly to the place of my dreams
let me dissolve in the crowns of trees
let my blood flow with the wind
what else to do here for me, if not this?
what to be, if not everything
Another Heaven
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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