Testo di Hanging White Flags

A thin line of blood on my horizon Reaches its cold hands up to my warm sky Becoming a black cloud on my distant love Sweet familiar lips blowing kisses But the crisp wind steals them from me Tracing blueprints of the scar that was left on my heart to stop! My blood! Can't travel through my veins I missed the last train and no one ever took a picture No eyes can see the light form my burning white flag That hung up its self I'll be forgotten I am gone