domingo, 13 de marzo de 2011

I could hear her breathing
No one believed me
No one believed me.
I could hear those voices
So decieving
So decieving.


Cool wind on my face.-

Do you know how it feels to be afraid?
Lying there frozen
With my eyes wide open
Do you know how it feels to find a trace?
Of words unspoken.
With my eyes wide open
I know your secret



I can feel you calling
I know that you're there 
Tell me all your memories
I'll keep them alive 
Cool wind on my face.-

I heard you
I felt you
I know
so what do you want from me? 

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