Teardrops
I’m catching teardrops in my hand
I’m pacing on a new land
And far away from the ship that sinked
I would run
A vision of a sweet oblivion
Would you run away with me?
Come, I’ll kept it fun and warm
We could spin, laugh, dance
Make love and have the moon as witness
Eyes wide open
You told me never look away
I’ll break and fall into pieces on the ground
Without making a sound
I’m gonna be cold, cold, lifeless
Blessed with beauty, youth and rage
Oh well, this would be a new stage
New age.
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