A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realise that it was you who held me under
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew Open
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
klingt traurig. das bild sieht so so so toll aus! so weiß, so rein, so so supertoll (wie der brasilianer bei gntm stets zu sagen pflegte) eben^^. ja, hat einfach stil. mitgefühl gegeben! lg
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