When the last breath
Will leave my lungs
Who's face will be there to carry me?
A friend, lover, family, who really know?
What kind of heart do I have?
Where could I find where my soul belong?
Without dying how can you know the truth.
Who really sleep with you when your alone?
All the knowing of those dear to our heart
is relative and depending on the current mood
But what mood is more honnest than death?
What confession is deeper than the last one
Wich arms will I praise to be in?
Into wich eyes will I drown last
And in my last darkness
Who's smell will carry me away?
Aucun commentaire:
Publier un commentaire