Tara Dolma D. کے بول

I wish to get back to your ear Hidden in the temple of thick hair At the beginning of story In memories I sail away My anorectic beauty With fistsfull of pills My flying mystery I tremble for your safety My soul wanders in outer space Drifts along by scene of your kindness Your power brings back the safeness Your gnosis intergrows in me Suddenly something is drawing me down to the land In the mist I lose my faith I can´t make head or tail of nothing I don´t want to bring out That I squirm to despair Angel brought down from heaven Wings burnt away on the way to us With spine lame Knock about dark way of life My anorectic beauty With fistsfull of pills My flying mystery I fear of you Tara Dolma D.