Brushes of time
Are killin' our feelings on sand
Brushes of time
Are sweeping me inside to end
Brushes of time
Hands of the God's pocket watch
Brushes of time
Dead love will go in the last coach
CHORUS:
You leftme alone
You gave me no signs
And my highest feeling now cos nothing else, only dime
My thoughts always wrong
My thoughts always lies
And steps of my girl will be swept by this brushes of time
Brushes of time
Are sweeping all digits on sand
Brushes of time
In sand-glass, in watches on hand
Brushes of time
Are takin' away every day
Brushes of time
Inside of my heart flies away
CHORUS:
CHORUS 2:
I'm going through pass
Consealing my breath
I'm feeling myself like dead man (and it feels very well)
I live in sand-glass
And time flows to death
It's driftin' away down to bottom of life, into hell.
CHORUS:
Brushes of time
© Copyright: Кузьма Ивов, 2006
Свидетельство о публикации №106041701024
Свидетельство о публикации №106041701024
Рецензии
На это произведение написаны 3 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.