Willing because of waiting of the name life
it's quiet never be
the night is going to be tired cutting down its self
on the side cloud
maybe you think that I have been tired looking for you self around the fate until you ask me to erase all your trailing where ever creating and buries it quitely.
you are my star and i'm your moon as your asking in first time. in that time there was opportunity walking faster except when we meet and when we gather.
season by season create something huge in your eyes, my eyes
arriving some dangerous time. sometimes it creep slowly on the wall and carries our name until a morning appears. sometimes lost its self without any news about you.
where's our house exactly ?
a hate on missing that only I have alone, my love.
however, I must learn more you losing although I am never willing. create my chest deeply in order a hurt in your eyes gone soon, in order all heaviness that on my neck can be lose. thus, we are a pier for all gone and a estuary for all coming back.
is there our name coming again?
quiet country 2011
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