C-Minor

Open wide, my door,

while there's still light to run towards

Open wide, my door

Like water on the drywood

equal parts misguided and misunderstood

But all the neighborhood

watched the fire burn from where they stood

as the smoke said,

"We're not half as bad as God is good."

Still there's a whisper in my ear,

the voice of loneliness and fear

And I say, "Devil, disappear!"

Postado em agosto 03, 2009 Sem comentários

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