Yes, again. Since I can't find them on this blog.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
there's no going back to how it was then,
but, that's what makes it beautiful
these nights spent trembling with regret,
are only for now.
we held each other in the cold wind
the wounds we'd tried to forget opened
can't shed anymore tears
have to move on
even as I'm frozen to the spot,
I've got to leave here.
the night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if there's anything left these hands can do?
the night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to
I can't shed anymore tears
I mustn't stop
even as I'm taken by fear,
I've got to leave here.
The night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if my hands are capable making change?
The night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and vanish to the future behind me.
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
there's no going back to how it was then,
but, that's what makes it beautiful
these nights spent trembling with regret,
are only for now.
we held each other in the cold wind
the wounds we'd tried to forget opened
can't shed anymore tears
have to move on
even as I'm frozen to the spot,
I've got to leave here.
the night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if there's anything left these hands can do?
the night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to
I can't shed anymore tears
I mustn't stop
even as I'm taken by fear,
I've got to leave here.
The night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if my hands are capable making change?
The night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and vanish to the future behind me.
<3
BeantwoordenVerwijderenMisschien moet ik dat liedje maar eens gaan luisteren.