The swans are arriving
the moon is on the rise
warm winds are blowing
the b*** from winters white lies
the nights smell of blossoms
making me forget the decay
I swear almost choked me
this tuesday in May
show me your nightmares
I'll give your dreams
«nothing» is always
a lot more than it seems........
the moon is on the rise
warm winds are blowing
the b*** from winters white lies
the nights smell of blossoms
making me forget the decay
I swear almost choked me
this tuesday in May
show me your nightmares
I'll give your dreams
«nothing» is always
a lot more than it seems........