mesmo que não seja verdade.
deixa-me ao menos uma vez na vida
pensar que sim.

you’re a box of yummy chocolates
i’m a pack of integral biscuits

you’re the fresh winter moonlight
i’m the rain-filled clouds

your hair is angel wing’s feathers
mine is like that of a brush

you go to parties and celebrate
i stay at home doing my homework

you’re as gentle as a warm breeze
i’m a terrible car crash

your voice is a forgotten lullaby
mine sounds like the alarm clock buzzing,

pulling me into another empty day
without you.
 
 
(2001)

a música como ruído de fundo.
o meu olhar perdido na cintilação das luzes da outra margem.
entre todos estou só.

distant voices fade away as the world becomes yet a darker place

i am praying for the raging flood
i am waiting for you to come
 
 
cult of luna