Paroles de Morrow

Hear them calling again I'm shedding no fear A roll of the dice Hear you calling just twice... In the surface of pond Believes and thoughts, Dreams in the circle of light The truth will defame. Pride can defame Possession is name The name of your life The same as your child. Will we come again From the dust at last A roll of the dice Hear you breathing just twice... ...tomorrow we die... The poem so neat So pure and weak Beloved by a breeze, Singed through a tree ...shall i love thee like Death loved me? In greed we fall, Amorous soul...