Woorden:
Drowning The Light Vi

"And it will whisper to me secrets of the world... ...There will come a time When a golden worm will gnaw it's way into the center of my skull. It will

used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise." I am awake in the sound of roses and a young girl's voice. We are drowning

sadness this cold morning light and this silent madness it hangs in the air it hangs like a memory it hangs like a cloud it hangs on desperately between dark and light

isolated tower.... no paraffin for the flame no harbour left to gain v. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours 'Alone, alone,' the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light

a desolate past. Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells A wish out of reach: Vague fragments of meaningless days Performed in the light of flaring