onacarom
Member
ThE STONE
I hear siren voices
tempting me
when I walk
near
a dark corner, a dark corner
But I smile and go my way
without looking back
close to the wall
It's strange
to run way from oneself
when incomplete sensations
congest every moment
and get thick in my blood
How many times did I try
don't trip over that stone
on the roasd
waiting for that blow of my steps
that makes the earth
open under my feet
and suallow my way
If I were that stone
I would keep it in my pocket la la la la
to trhow it into an abyss
when the road becomes my coat
and if I were tht stone
O would keep it in my pocket la la la la x2
I hear siren voices
tempting me
when I walk
near
a dark corner, a dark corner
But I smile and go my way
without looking back
close to the wall
It's strange
to run way from oneself
when incomplete sensations
congest every moment
and get thick in my blood
How many times did I try
don't trip over that stone
on the roasd
waiting for that blow of my steps
that makes the earth
open under my feet
and suallow my way
If I were that stone
I would keep it in my pocket la la la la
to trhow it into an abyss
when the road becomes my coat
and if I were tht stone
O would keep it in my pocket la la la la x2