Sold are the eyes I have
And cold is the wait for nothing
And dark
I write my name in a long line
How is it possible for you to try
It’s coming true
I’ve changed my name but I will pass it on to you
journey
no present thoughts
coming day
darkest wave
It’s coming true
I’ve changed my name but I will pass it on to you
Our thoughts entwined
and I hear other words behing
I wave from the edge of the pier
And fade into the dreams of sleepers
marked
I have had this stain for a long time
We call on the bird long before
by tristesse